NURSERY RHYMES, 
 
 FROM THE 
 
 ROYAL COLLECTIONS. 
 
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 BANBURY : 
 PRINTED BY J. 0. RUSHER. 
 
NURSERY RHYMES, 
 
 FROM THE 
 
 ROYAL COLLECTIONS. 
 
 OOO 
 
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 BANBURY : 
 PRINTED BY J. G. RUSHER, 
 
Now shall my pretty Albert ride, 
 And Henry too shall go astride ; 
 The little dog shall run one side, 
 
 And puss shall go on t'other : 
 And Adelaide shall have a walk, 
 And baby too, o'er hill of chalk, 
 And guile the road in pleasant talk, 
 
 To see their kind grandmother. 
 
 Now see-saw, my Margery-daw, 
 Jenny shall have a new master ; 
 
 She'll have but a penny a day, 
 Because she can work no faster. 
 
3 
 
 King Pippin built a fine new hall, 
 Pastry and pie-crust were the wall ; 
 Windows made of black puddings and 
 white, 
 
 Slates were pancakes, you ne'er saw the 
 like. 
 
 Now make a nice bun, my baker's man, 
 A Banbury Cake, fast as you can ; 
 Currants and sugar, mark it with T, 
 Then bring it home, to Tommy and me. 
 
When famed Kino- Arthur ruled this land, 
 
 He was a goodly king : 
 He took three pecks of barley-meal, 
 
 To make a bag-pudding : ' 
 
 A rare pudding the king did make, 
 And stuff d it well with plums ; 
 
 And in it put such lumps of fat, 
 As big as my two thumbs. 
 
 The king and queen did eat thereof, 
 
 And noblemen beside : 
 And, what they could not eat that night. 
 
 The queen next morning fried. 
 
Ten little mice sat down to spin, , 
 Pussy past by, and just look'd in : 
 What are you at, my jolly ten ? 
 We're making coats for gentlemen. 
 Shall 1 come in and cut your threads ? 
 No, for Puss, you'd bite off our heads. 
 
 Oh dear, dear, What can the matter be ? 
 
 Two women up in an apple tree ; 
 
 One down, too quick in her flight, d'ye 
 
 see 
 
 But t'other came down more leisurely. 
 
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 Ding, dong, Bell, puss is in the well ! 
 Who put her in ? little Tommy Qnin : 
 Who pull'd her out ? little Dickey Stout : 
 Then the town crier, put Tib by the fire. 
 
 Oh, what a naughty boy was that, 
 
 Who tried to drown poor pussy-cat ; 
 
 That never did him any harm ; 
 
 But kill'd the mice in father's barn. 
 
 Hey, diddle dout, my candle's out, 
 My little maid's not at home ; 
 
 Saddle the hog, bridle the dog, 
 And fetch my little maid home. 
 
A silly boy was my boy John, 
 Went to bed with his stockings on, 
 One shoe oh*, and t'other shoe on ; 
 A simple boy was my boy John. 
 
 To bed, to bed, says sleepy head ; 
 
 Pray stop awhile ? says slow : 
 Put on the pot ? says greedy-sot, 
 
 We'll sup before we go. 
 
 There was a man and he had a calf, 
 
 And that's my story half. 
 Out of his stall, calf jump 'd on the wall 
 
 And you've my story all. 
 
8 
 
 Taffy was a Welchman, 
 But Taffy was a thief, 
 
 Taffy came to rny house 
 And stole a piece of beef. 
 
 I went to Taffy's house, 
 But Taffy was from home ; 
 
 Taffy came to my house 
 And stole a marrow bone. 
 
 Bat, bat, now come under my hat, 
 And have a slice of bacon ; 
 
 When I bake, I'll give you a cake, 
 If I am not mistaken. 
 
9 
 
 There was a little man 
 
 To woo a maid began ; 
 And said — Little maid, will yon wed ? 
 
 I've little more to say, 
 
 Than will you, yea or nay ? 
 Soonest mended is the least said. 
 
 The little maid replied — 
 Some say, a little sigh'd — 
 
 Pray what should we then have to eat r 
 Will love you're so rich in 
 Make fire in the kitchen, 
 
 Or Cupid turn the lovers' spit. 
 
10 
 
 Round about, round about, 
 
 Pastry and pie ; 
 My father and mother 
 
 Love me, said I : 
 I shall always love them, 
 
 Thev will love me : 
 And sister and brother 
 
 Ever agree. 
 
 Robert Rolley rolled a round roll 
 round ; a round roll Robert Rolley rolled 
 round : Where rolled the round roll Ro- 
 bert Rolley rolled round. 
 
11 
 
 In a cottage in Fife 
 
 Liv'd a man and his wife, 
 Who, believe me, were comical folk ; 
 
 For, to people's surprise, 
 
 They both saw with their eyes, 
 And their tongues moved whenever they 
 spoke. 
 
 When they were fast asleep, 
 I've been told — that to keep 
 
 Their eyes open they could not contrive ; 
 They both walk'd on their feet, 
 And t'was thought what they eat 
 
 Help'd, with drinking, to keep them 
 alive. 
 
Mv little fellow 
 
 Come, blow up your horn ; 
 Sheep in the meadow, 
 
 A cow's in the corn. 
 Where's the little bov 
 
 Looks after the sheep ? 
 He's under the hay. 
 
 And quite fast asleep. 
 
 Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, 
 And can't tell where to find 'em ; 
 
 Let 'em alone, and they'll come homo, 
 Wagging their tails behtnd 'em. 
 
13 
 
 I had a lit lie doer, 
 
 They called him Buff; 
 I sent him to the shop 
 
 To buy me snuff: 
 But he lost the bag, 
 
 And spilt the stuff : 
 I sent him no more, 
 
 But gave him a cuff, 
 For coming from the mart, 
 
 Without any snuff. 
 
 Daffy-down-dilly went up to town 
 In yellow petticoat and green gown. 
 
14 
 
 One, two, three, four, and five, 
 A rabbit caught alive ; 
 Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, 
 I let her go again* 
 
 Little Tom Twig bought 
 A fine bow and arrow ; 
 
 And what did he shoot ? 
 A poor little sparrow. 
 
 Oh, fie, little Tom, 
 With your bow and arrow, 
 
 How cruel to shoot 
 A poor little sparrow ! 
 
15 
 
 If I'd as much money 
 As I could tell, 
 
 I never would cry- 
 Old clothes to sell ! 
 Old clothes to sell, Old clothes to sell ! 
 
 If I'd as much money 
 
 As I could spend, 
 I never would cry 
 
 Old chairs to mend ! 
 Old chairs to mend, Old chairs to mend