قراءة كتاب Traditional Nursery Songs of England With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists
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Traditional Nursery Songs of England With Pictures by Eminent Modern Artists
there I bid him drum,
I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple Gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She drove him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.
I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed all the dishes and kept the house clean;
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home safe in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.
I'll sing you a song,
It's not very long:
The woodcock and the sparrow,
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall he hanged to-morrow.
I'll tell you a story,
About Jack a Nory,
And now my story's begun;
I'll tell you another,
About Jack and his brother;
And now my story's done.
Is John Smith within?
Yes that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down,
And cracked his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.
If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.
Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean,
Now was not this a pretty trick
To make the platter clean?
Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.
1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
2. What to do there? says that pig;
3. To look for my mother, says this pig;
4. What to do with her? says that pig;
5. To kiss her to death, says this pig.
Note. This is said to each finger.
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And cannot tell where to find 'em;
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind 'em.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating,
When she awoke she found it a joke,
For they were still all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them,
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them.
It happened one day as Bo-peep did stray
Unto a meadow hard by;
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
Little boy blue, come blow me your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where is the little boy tending the sheep?
Under the haycock fast asleep!
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pull'd out a plum,
And said "What a good boy am I!"
Little Jack Jingle,
He used to live single:
But when he got tired of this kind of life,
He left off being single and lived with his wife.
Little Jenny Wren fell sick upon a time,
When in came Robin Redbreast and brought her sops and wine,
"Eat, Jenny, drink, Jenny, all shall be thine!"
"Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine."
Then Jenny Wren got better, and stood upon her feet,
And said to Robin Redbreast, "I love thee not a bit."
Then Robin he was angry, and flew upon a pole,
"Hoot upon thee! fie upon thee! ungrateful soul."
Little Miss Muffet
She sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a little spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Little Nan Etticoat
In a white petticoat
And a red nose,
The longer she stands,
The shorter she grows.