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National Nursery Book

<h2>NURSERY RHYMES.</h2> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-184.jpg" width-obs="441" height-obs="650" alt="LITTLE JACK HORNER." title="" /> LITTLE JACK HORNER.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating his Christmas Pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!” </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-185.jpg" width-obs="432" height-obs="650" alt="TO MARKET, TO MARKET." title="" /> TO MARKET, TO MARKET.</div> <div class="cpoem"> To market, to market, to buy a fat pig; Home again, home again, jiggetty-jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; Home again, home again, jiggetty-jog. </div> <div class="cpoem"> Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house And stole a piece of beef. I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was from home; Taffy came to my house And stole a marrow bone. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-188.jpg" width-obs="430" height-obs="650" alt="TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN." title="" /> TAFFY WAS A WELSHMAN.</div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-189.jpg" width-obs="439" height-obs="650" alt="BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP." title="" /> BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full: One for my master, One for my dame; But none for the little girl That cries in the lane. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-192.jpg" width-obs="437" height-obs="650" alt="PRETTY MAID, PRETTY MAID." title="" /> PRETTY MAID, PRETTY MAID.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> Pretty maid, pretty maid, where have you been? Gathering a posie to give to the Queen. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-193.jpg" width-obs="432" height-obs="650" alt="MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY." title="" /> MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? Silver bells and cockle-shells, And columbines all of a row. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-196.jpg" width-obs="427" height-obs="650" alt="LITTLE BO-PEEP." title="" /> LITTLE BO-PEEP.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> Little Bo-Peep has lost his sheep, And cannot tell where to find them Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt he heard them bleating When he awoke, he found it a joke, For still they all were fleeting. Then up he took his little crook, Determined for to find them; He found them indeed, but it made his heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-197.jpg" width-obs="435" height-obs="650" alt="HOT CROSS BUNS." title="" /> HOT CROSS BUNS.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> Hot Cross Buns! Hot Cross Buns! One a penny, two a penny, Hot Cross Buns. Hot Cross Buns! Hot Cross Buns! If you have no daughters, give them to your sons. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-200.jpg" width-obs="437" height-obs="650" alt="THE CAT AND FIDDLE." title="" /> THE CAT AND FIDDLE.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon, The little dog laughed To see the sport, While the dish ran after the spoon. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-201.jpg" width-obs="429" height-obs="650" alt="THE QUEEN OF HEARTS." title="" /> THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.</div> <div class="cpoem"> The Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts Upon a summer day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole those tarts, And took them quite away. The King of Hearts, He missed those tarts, And beat the knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back those tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-204.jpg" width-obs="431" height-obs="650" alt="I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND." title="" /> I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND.</div> <div class="cpoem"> I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint-pot, And there I bid him drum. I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him and saddled him, And sent him out of town. I gave him some garters, To garter up his hose, And a little handkerchief To wipe his pretty nose. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-205.jpg" width-obs="428" height-obs="650" alt="GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER." title="" /> GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Goosey, Goosey Gander, Where shall I wander? Up stairs, down stairs, In my lady's chamber. There I met an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him down stairs. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-208.jpg" width-obs="444" height-obs="650" alt="LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS." title="" /> LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Little Polly Flinders, Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And scolded her little daughter, For spoiling her nice new clothes. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-209.jpg" width-obs="434" height-obs="650" alt="DING DONG BELL." title="" /> DING DONG BELL.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Ding Dong Bell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Tommy Lin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout. What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor little Pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed the mice in his father's barn. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-212.jpg" width-obs="429" height-obs="650" alt=""MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION."" title="" /> "MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION."</div> <div class="cpoem"> Multiplication is vexation; Division is as bad; The Rule of Three doth puzzle me, And Practice drives me mad. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-213.jpg" width-obs="439" height-obs="650" alt="THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY." title="" /> THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY.</div> <div class="cpoem"> I had a little pony, His name was Dapple Grey, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now, For all the lady's hire. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-216.jpg" width-obs="434" height-obs="650" alt="OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I." title="" /> OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Old woman, old woman, old woman say I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs off the sky. Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-217.jpg" width-obs="429" height-obs="650" alt="DAME TROT AND HER CAT." title="" /> DAME TROT AND HER CAT.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Dame Trot and her cat Led a peaceable life When they were not troubled With other folks' strife. When Dame had her dinner Puss near her would wait, And was sure to receive A nice piece from her plate. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-220.jpg" width-obs="436" height-obs="650" alt="SIMPLE SIMON." title="" /> SIMPLE SIMON.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Simple Simon met a pieman Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, “Let me taste your ware.” Says 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-fishing For to catch a whale; All the water he had got Was in his mother's pail. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-221.jpg" width-obs="427" height-obs="650" alt="MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD." title="" /> MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Mary had a pretty bird, With feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs—upon my word, He was a pretty fellow. The sweetest notes he always sang, Which much delighted Mary; And near the cage she'd ever sit, To hear her own Canary. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-224.jpg" width-obs="435" height-obs="650" alt="IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?" title="" /> IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?</div> <div class="cpoem"> Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two; Here a nail and there a nail, Tick, tack, too. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-225.jpg" width-obs="426" height-obs="650" alt="GUY FAWKES." title="" /> GUY FAWKES.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Please to remember The fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot. I know no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-228.jpg" width-obs="429" height-obs="650" alt="JACK AND JILL." title="" /> JACK AND JILL.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-229.jpg" width-obs="433" height-obs="650" alt="LITTLE FRED." title="" /> LITTLE FRED.</div> <div class="cpoem"> When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers. He kissed mamma and then papa, And straightway went upstairs. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-232.jpg" width-obs="422" height-obs="650" alt="LITTLE TOM TUCKER." title="" /> LITTLE TOM TUCKER.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Little Tommy Tucker, Sings for his supper. What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife? How will he be married Without e'er a wife. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-233.jpg" width-obs="438" height-obs="650" alt="WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID?" title="" /> WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID?</div> <div class="cpoem"> Where are you going, my pretty maid? I'm going a milking, sir, she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid? You're kindly welcome, sir, she said. What is your fortune, my pretty maid? My face is my fortune, sir, she said. Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid. Nobody asked you, sir, she said. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-236.jpg" width-obs="433" height-obs="650" alt="RIDE A COCK-HORSE." title="" /> RIDE A COCK-HORSE.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-237.jpg" width-obs="432" height-obs="650" alt="SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE." title="" /> SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Sing a song of sixpence, A bag full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing. Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king? The king was in his countinghouse, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; 'Long came a blackbird And snapt off her nose. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-240.jpg" width-obs="434" height-obs="650" alt="TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON." title="" /> TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON.</div> <div class="cpoem"> Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run! The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-241.jpg" width-obs="434" height-obs="650" alt="OLD KING COLE." title="" /> OLD KING COLE.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> 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! </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-244.jpg" width-obs="428" height-obs="650" alt="FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL." title="" /> FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail; The best man among them durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow. Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-245.jpg" width-obs="436" height-obs="650" alt="HUSH-A-BY BABY." title="" /> HUSH-A-BY BABY.</div> <div class="cpoem1"> Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman; mother's a queen; Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring, And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king. </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i-214.jpg" width-obs="200" height-obs="79" alt="" title="decoration" /></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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