NORTxi Lit Science QJt 2662U9 Caldecott The Panjandrum picture book UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHAPEL HILL 00022094582 This BOOK may be kept out TWO WEEKS ONLY, and is subject to a fine of FIVE CENTS a day thereafter. It is DUE on the DAY indicated below: 1 6 1958 NOV 1 9 1959 AG 2 b '63 BAIO'64 *T2 6'64 UE3C OCT 2 2 raes °^ 2 5 1966 FEB 22 ■ WOV 1-6 1967 51 1971 Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://www.archive.org/details/panjandrumpicturcaldec THE PANJANDRUM PICTURE BOOK EY RANDOLPH CALDECOTT CONTAINING COME LASSES AND LADS RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS, aND A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE MRS. MARY BLAIZE THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF LONDON FREDERICK WARNE AND CO, Ltd. AND NEW YORK Printed in Great Britain NORTH CAROLINA 0? >>>^S^'- COME LASSES AND LADS Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads, And away to the May-pole hey For every he Has got him a she, with a minstrel standing by. For Willy has gotten his Jill, And Johnny has got his J one, To licror it ]\crcr if nocr it liorr it Jigg it up and down. 1 *- c_ "Strike up,' 1 says Watt; "Agreed," says Kate, "And I prithee, Fiddler, play;" " Content," says Hodge, and so says Madge, For this is a Holiday ! Then every man did put his hat off to his lass, And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass. "Begin," says Hall; "Ay, ay," says Mall, "We'll lead up Packington's pound:" " No, no," says Noll, and so says Doll, "We'll first have Sellengfer's round. Then every man began to foot it round about, And every girl did jet it, Jet it, jet it in and out. ^/s^ #ii*^ ! «to,jS'*, ' You're out," says Dick ; " Not I," says Nick. " The Fiddler played it false ; " " 'Tis true," says Hugh, and so says Sue, And so says nimble Alice. The Fiddler then began to play the tune again, And every girl did trip it, Trip it, trip it to the men. 1 1 **-^ v vij^ A/A^ x ^ 12 "3 Then after an hour, they went to a bower, And played for ale and cakes, And kisses too — until they were due the lasses held the stakes. 14 The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men, And bid them take their kisses back, and give them their own again, And bid them take their kisses back and give them their own again. 16 1 1 1 1 "X / / ^/j • I ^ Vfr 17 Now there they did stay the whole of the day, And tired the Fiddler quite, With singing and playing, without any paying, From morning until night. 18 Ipp* They told the Fiddler then, they'd pay him for his play, 20 And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence, gave him and went away >V/ ' vV- . I ■''L*4v, ,' 21 Good-night," says Harry ; " Good-night," says Mary; " Good-night," says Dolly to John ; "Good-night," says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh, " Good night, says everyone. s^"'* '//" ej nrr~\^%- Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way, /\nd bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday. And bound themselves, by kisses twelve. To meet the next Holiday. 22 " ^^ <~ RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS Ride a Cock- Horse to Banbury Cross, L dip To see a fine Lady Get on a white Horse, ^\\\-^\c'" Mtmm n\»\l w=S ^^ With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she o oes. 1 1 ( K 12 A Farmer went trotting UPON HIS GREY MARE. A Farmkr went trotting- upon his grey Mare ; Bumpety, bumpety, bump ! With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair ; Lumpety, lumpety, lump U H i6 17 A Raven cried M Croak ! " and they all tumbled down ; Bumpety, bumpety, bump ! The Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown ; Lumpety lumpety, lump ! 18 v <~z-: 20 ai The mischievous Raven flew laughing away ; Rumpety, bumpety, bump ! And vowed he would serve them the same the next day ; Lumpety, lumpety, lump ! 22 AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX MRS. MARY BLAIZE BY DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH Good people all, with one accord. Lament for Madam Blaize, Who never wanted a good word — / \ From those 4 °i° &:nf ^~^ ft ' r t ' 40 vM 4v, y^-C T/ 7 /^// .f/6^ has walked before. 20 21 now, her wealth and finery fled 5 Her hangers-on cut short-all : The Doctors found, when she was dead- Her last disorder mortal. Let us lament, in sorrow sore, For Kent Street well may say, That had she lived a twelvemonth more. She had not died to-day. 22 11 — THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF ■Sfk r\f\f ^ T+xT' So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf rsy* to make an apple-pie ; and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down the street, pops its head into the shop. What ! no soap ? So he died, and she very imprudently married the Barber : ii &.