EX LIBRIS Denslows >V>THER G°°SE. Being the old familiar rhym¬ es and Jing* - les oP MOTH¬ ER GOOSE edited and ill¬ ustrated by W. W. D ensl o\7. 1901 1 * * McClure, Phil¬ lips &Compaijy Publishers f NEW YORK |7]his book is dedicated to I_]Ann Waters Denslo\/ with much love arvd grat¬ itude fbr her help irv its ixvakirvd ' 1 1 ss Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With cockle'sh in a row Bye, baby bunting, D ad dy s gone a hunting. He ’ll never get this rabbits skin. To wra'p* i the *32 -A .. [ Little Jack Horner Satin the corner. Old King Cole Was a merry old soul. And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe. And he called for his bowl. And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler, he had a fiddle. And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there s none so rare. As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three Baa, baa. black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full; One for my master. And one for my dame. And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane. £ t "a "cake. pat'a" cake, baker’s man! So I will, master, as fast as I can: Pat it, and prick it, and mark i Put in the oven for Tommy and me. I Great A,little a. Bouncing B! The cat’s in the cup¬ board. And she can’t see. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig; Ride to market to buy a fat hog. Home again, home again, jiggety- I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm. And if I don't hurt her, she’ll do me no harm. I’ll sit by the fire, and give her some food. And Pussy will love me, because I am good. 7 a. M m m —- ' 7~*r Higgle py. She la PSggTeby, black hen. Someti: And s Higglepy, lemen; nine, |mes ten, leby, ackhen! -me* Hickery; dickety, dock. The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, D own the mouse ran, Hickety, dickety; dock. >ye, baby, on ! tree top, Le wind blows cradle will rock; e bough bends Lever can fall, e baby, bough, die and all. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do; She gave them some broth with plenty of bread. She kissed them all fondly and sent them to bed. Poor old Robinson Crusoe! Poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat Of an old nanny "goat I wonder how they could do so! With a ring _ a"ting tang, And a ring-a-ting tang. Poor old Robinson Crusoe! msm The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts. All on a summer’s day; The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts. The King of Hearts called for the tarts. And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts. And vowed he’d steal no more. Little Bo'peep has lost her sheep. And can’t tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they’ll come home. And bring their tails behind them. There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet; And yet this old woman Simple Simon met a pie- Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, “Let me taste your ware S ays the pieman to Simple Simon, “Show me first your penny Says Simple Simon to the pieman, “Indeed I have not any” Simple Simon went a'fishin For to catch a whale: All the water he had go AVas in his mother’s pa % Little Miss MufFet, She sat on a tufFet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a great spider. Who sat down beside her. And frightened Miss MufFet away i Little What shall Tom Tucker S irtgs for his supper, he eat? White bread and butter. Mary had ileece was white asi snow; And eve¬ rywhere that Mary went. The lamb was sure to go. He followed her to school one day; That was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school. * But still he lingered near. And waited patiently about Till Mary did appear. “What makes the lamb love Mary so?” The eager children cry. “Oh,Mary loves the lamb,you know;’ The teacher did reply. I i ' i p A diller, a dollar, A ten o’ clo ck scholar. What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o’clock. But now you come at noon I had a little And it was Its head was made Its tail was made of I sold it to an| old woman For a copper groat; And M not sing my song again Without a new coat. Peter, Peter, p umpkin ' e a t e r, Had a wife, and couldn’t keep her; He put her in a pumpkin-shell. And there he JJ ack and J ill went i xp the hill. To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, and broke his crown. And Jill came turn - -- Came down too soon. To inquire his way to Norwich. He went by the south. And burnt his mouth With eating cold r»pa«p nnrrifl tfp. __ Hey! diddle, diddle. The cat and the fiddle. The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such sport. And the dish ran after the spoon. There was a fat man of Bombay, Who was smok' ing one sunshiny day. When a bird called a snipe pipe vexed the fat man of Bombay, Hark, hark! The dogs do hark, - r '~' k ~’ Beggars are coming to town; Some in tags. Some in rags. And some in velvet gowns. 4 Tack be nimble, a c k be q uick. And Jack jump over the candle stick. Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl* And if the bowl had been stronger, "I TTy song would have been longer. Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my 5 on John Went to bed with, his trousers on; One shoe off, the other shoe on, Deedle, dee~ die, dumpling, my son 1 ohn. Cock a doodle doo. My dame has lost her shoe; My master lost his fiddle "stick. And knows not to do. ^ _r mv T7 "1 i 1 7 _ o/ €/ w V j p s M ®s % \«(\ L V . i Jofr 4 %J a4 V- ¥ 1 f ■ fg SrX. Polly, put tke kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on. And let s drink tea. Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again. They've all gone away. 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