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There was a monkey climb’d up a tree, When he fell down, then down fell he. There was a crow sat on a stone, When he was gone, then there was none. There was an old wife did eat an apple, When she had eat two, she had eat a couple. There was a horse going to the mill, When he went on, he stood not still. There was a butcher cut his thumb, When it did bleed, then blood did come.
The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book by James Halliwell-Phillipps
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There was a lackey ran a race, When he ran fast, he ran apace. There was a cobbler clowting shoon, When they were mended, they were done. There was a chandler making candle, When he them strip, he did them handle. There was a navy went into Spain, When it return’d it came again.
A was an archer, and shot at a frog, B was a butcher, and had a great dog. C was a captain, all covered with lace, D was a drunkard, and had a red face. E was an esquire, with pride on his brow , F was a farmer, and followed the plough. G was a gamester, who had but ill luck, H was a hunter and hunted a buck. I was an innkeeper, who lov’d to bouse, J was a joiner, and built up a house.
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K was King William, once governed this land, L was a lady, who had a white hand. M was a miser, and hoarded up gold, N was a nobleman, gallant and bold. O was an oyster wench, and went about town, P was a parson, and wore a black gown. Q was a queen, who was fond of good flip, R was a robber, and wanted a whip.
S was a sailor, and spent all he got, T was a tinker, and mended a pot. U was an usurer, a miserable elf, V was a vintner, who drank all himself. W was a watchman, and guarded the door. X was expensive, and so became poor. Y was a youth, that did not love school, Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
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THERE once was a gentleman grand, Who lived at his country seat; He wanted an heir to his land, For he’d nothing but daughters yet. His lady’s again in the way , So she said to her husband with joy , “I hope some or other fine day , To present you, my dear, with a boy.” The gentleman answered gruff, “If ‘t should turn out a maid or a mouse.
For of both we have more than enough, She shan’t stay to live in my house.” The lady, at this declaration, Almost fainted away with pain; But what was her sad consternation, When a sweet little girl came again. She sent her away to be nurs’d, Without seeing her gruff papa; And when she was old enough, To a school she was packed away.
Fifteen summers are fled, Now she left good Mrs. Jervis; To see home she was forbid,— She determined to go and seek service. Her dresses so grand and so gay , She carefully rolled in a knob; Which she hid in a forest away , And put on a Catskin robe. She knock’d at a castle gate, And pray’d for charity; They sent her some meat on a plate, And kept her a scullion to be. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book
My lady look’d long in her face, And prais’d her great beauty; I’m sorry I’ve no better place, And you must our scullion be. [ p a g e 2 3 ] [ p a g e 2 4 ] So Catskin was under the cook, A very sad life she led, For often a ladle she took, And broke poor Catskin’s head. There is now a grand ball to be, When ladies their beauties show; “Mrs. Cook,” said Catskin, “dear me, How much I should like to go!”
“You go with your Catskin robe, You dirty impudent slut! Among the fine ladies and lords, A very fine figure you’d cut.” A basin of water she took, And dash’d in poor Catskin’s face; But briskly her ears she shook, And went to her hiding-place. She washed every stain from her skin, In some crystal waterfall.
Then put on a beautiful dress, And hasted away to the ball. When she entered, the ladies were mute, Overcome by her figure and face; But the lord, her young master, at once Fell in love with her beauty and grace; He pray’d her his partner to be, She said, “Yes!” with a sweet smiling glance; All night with no other lady But Catskin, our young lord would dance. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book
“Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?” For now was the sad parting time; But she no other answer would give, Than this distich of mystical rhyme,— K i n d S i r , i f t h e t ru t h I m u s t t e l l , A t t h e s i g n o f t h e B a s i n o f Wa t e r I D w e l l. Then she flew from the ball-room, and put On her Catskin robe again; And slipt in unseen by the cook, Who little thought where she had been.
The young lord, the very next day , To his mother his passion betrayed; He declared he never would rest, Till he’d found out this beautiful maid. There’s another grand ball to be, Where ladies their beauties show; [ p a g e 2 5 ] [ p a g e 2 6 ] “Mrs. Cook,” said Catskin, “dear me, How much I should like to go!”
“You go with your Catskin robe, You dirty impudent slut! Among the fine ladies and lords, A very fine figure you’d cut.” In a rage the ladle she took, And broke poor Catskin’s head; But off she went shaking her ears, And swift to her forest she fled. She washed every blood-stain off In some crystal waterfall; Put on a more beautiful dress, And hasted away to the ball. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book
My lord, at the ball-room door , Was waiting with pleasure and pain; He longed to see nothing so much As the beautiful Catskin again. When he asked her to dance, she again Said “Yes!” with her first smiling glance; And again, all the night, my young lord With none but fair Catskin did dance. “Pray tell me,” said he, “where you live?”
For now ’twas the parting-time; But she no other answer would give, Than this distich of mystical rhyme,— K i n d S i r , i f t h e t ru t h I m u s t t e l l , A t t h e s i g n o f t h e B r o k e n – L a d l e I d w e l l. Then she flew from the ball, and put on Her Catskin robe again; And slipt in unseen by the cook, Who little thought where she had been.
My lord did again, the next day , Declare to his mother his mind, That he never more happy should be, Unless he his charmer should find. Now another grand ball is to be, Where ladies their beauties show; “Mrs. Cook,” said Catskin, “dear me, How much I should like to go!” “You go with your Catskin robe, You impudent, dirty slut! Among the fine ladies and lords, A very fine figure you’d cut.” The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book
In a fury she took the skimmer , And broke poor Catskin’s head; But heart-whole and lively as ever , Away to her forest she fled. She washed the stains of blood In some crystal waterfall; Then put on her most beautiful dress, And hasted away to the ball. My lord, at the ball-room door , Was waiting with pleasure and pain; He longed to see nothing so much As the beautiful Catskin again.
When he asked her to dance, she again Said “Yes!” with her first smiling glance; And all the night long, my young lord With none but fair Catskin would dance. “Pray tell me, fair maid, where you live?” For now was the parting-time; But she no other answer would give, Than this distich of mystical rhyme,— K i n d S i r , i f t h e t ru t h I m u s t t e l l , A t t h e s i g n o f t h e B r o k e n – S k i m m e r I d w e l l.
Then she flew from the ball, and threw on Her Catskin cloak again; And slipt in unseen by the cook, Who little thought where she had been. But not by my lord unseen, For this time he followed too fast; And, hid in the forest green, Saw the strange things that past. Next day he took to his bed, And sent for the doctor to come; And begg’d him no other than Catskin, Might come into his room. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book Download
He told him how dearly he lov’d her , Not to have her his heart would break: Then the doctor kindly promised To the proud old lady to speak. There’s a struggle of pride and love, For she fear’d her son would die; But pride at the last did yield, And love had the mastery. Then my lord got quickly well, When he was his charmer to wed; And Catskin, before a twelvemonth, Of a young lord was brought to bed.
To a wayfaring woman and child, Lady Catskin one day sent an alms; The nurse did the errand, and carried The sweet little lord in her arms. The child gave the alms to the child, This was seen by the old lady-mother; “Only see,” said that wicked old woman, “How the beggars’ brats take to each other!”
This throw went to Catskin’s heart, She flung herself down on her knees, And pray’d her young master and lord To seek out her parents would please. They set out in my lord’s own coach; They travelled, but nought befel Till they reach’d the town hard by , Where Catskin’s father did dwell. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book Download
They put up at the head inn, Where Catskin was left alone; But my lord went to try if her father His natural child would own. When folks are away, in short time What great alterations appear; For the cold touch of death had all chill’d The hearts of her sisters dear. Her father repented too late, And the loss of his youngest bemoan’d; In his old and childless state, He his pride and cruelty own’d.
The old gentleman sat by the fire, And hardly looked up at my lord; He had no hopes of comfort A stranger could afford. But my lord drew a chair close by , And said, in a feeling tone, “Have you not, sir, a daughter, I pray, You never would see or own?” The old man alarm’d, cried aloud, “A hardened sinner am I! I would give all my worldly goods, To see her before I die.”
Then my lord brought his wife and child To their home and parent’s face, Who fell down and thanks returned To God, for his mercy and grace. The bells, ringing up in the tower , Are sending a sound to the heart; There’s a charm in the old church-bells, Which nothing in life can impart! The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book Download
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the house down, he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of turnips.” “Where?” said the little pig.
“Oh, in Mr. Smith’s Home-field, and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we will go together, and get some for dinner.” “Very well,” said the little pig, “I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?” “Oh, at six o’clock.” Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips before the wolf came—(which he did about six)—and who said, “Little pig, are you ready?”
The little pig said, “Ready! I have been, and come back again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner.” The wolf felt very angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow or other, so he said, “Little pig, I know where there is a nice apple-tree.” “Where?” said the pig. “Down at Merry-garden,” replied the wolf, “and if you will not deceive me I will come for you. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book Free
At five o’clock to-morrow, and we will go together and get some apples.” Well, the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o’clock, and went off for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose, frightened him very much.
When the wolf came up he said, “Little pig, what! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?” “Yes, very,” said the little pig. “I will throw you down one;” and he threw it so far, that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the little pig jumped down and ran home. The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little pig, “Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you go?”
“Oh yes,” said the pig, “I will go; what time shall you be ready?” “At three,” said the wolf. So the little pig went off before the time as usual, and got to the fair, and bought a butterchurn, which he was going home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell what to do. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book Free
So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned it round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which frightened the wolf so much, that he ran home without going to the fair. He went to the little pig’s house, and told him how frightened he had been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him.
Then the little pig said, “Hah, I frightened you then. I had been to the fair and bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it, and rolled down the hill.” Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would eat up the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him.
When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of water, and made up a blazing fire, and, just as the wolf was coming down, took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and eat him for supper, and lived happy ever afterwards. The Nursery Rhymes of England PDF Book Free