Title: Nursie's Little Rhyme Book
Illustrator: H. Willebeek le Mair
Release date: June 25, 2019 [eBook #59812]
Language: English
Credits: Produced by Stephen Hutcheson, Lisa Corcoran and the Online
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No. 4 of
OLD NURSERY RHYMES
Illustrated by
H. Willebeek Le Mair
AUGENER Ltd., LONDON
David McKay,
604-608 South Washington Square,
Philadelphia.
Printed in England
Goosey, Goosey, Gander,
Where shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
That would not say his prayers,
So I took him by the left leg
And threw him down stairs.
“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?”
“With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.”
Yankee-doodle came to town
Upon a little pony,
He stuck a feather in his hat
And called it macaroni.
Yankee-doodle, doodle-do,
Yankee-doodle dandy;
All the lasses are so smart,
And sweet as sugar candy.
Marching in and marching out,
And marching round the town, O!
Here there comes a regiment
With Captain Thomas Brown, O!
Yankee-doodle, etc.
Yankee-doodle is a tune
That comes in very handy;
The enemy all runs away
At Yankee-doodle dandy.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall:
All the King’s horses and all the King’s men
Couldn’t pick up Humpty Dumpty again.
1. Here we go round the Mulberry Bush,
The Mulberry Bush, the Mulberry Bush;
Here we go round the Mulberry Bush
On a cold and frosty morning.
2. This is the way we wash our hands,
We wash our hands, we wash our hands;
This is the way we wash our hands
On a cold and frosty morning.
3. This is the way we dry our hands,
We dry our hands, we dry our hands, etc.
4. This is the way we clap our hands,
We clap our hands, we clap our hands, etc.
5. This is the way we warm our hands,
We warm our hands, we warm our hands, etc.
Three mice went into a hole to spin;
Puss passed by, and Puss looked in.
“What are you doing, my little men?”
“Weaving coats for gentlemen.”
“Please let me help you to wind off your threads.”
“Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads,”
“Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads.”
Says Puss, “You look so wondrous wise,
I like your whiskers and bright eyes;
Your house is the nicest house I see
I think there is room for you and me.”
The mice were so pleased that they opened the door,
And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor,
And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor.
Dame, get up and bake your pies,
Bake your pies, bake your pies;
Dame, get up and bake your pies
On Christmas Day in the morning.
Dame, what makes your maidens lie?
Maidens lie, maidens lie?
Dame, what makes your maidens lie
On Christmas Day in the morning?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die?
Ducks to die, ducks to die?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die
On Christmas Day in the morning?
Their wings are cut, they cannot fly,
Cannot fly, cannot fly;
Their wings are cut, they cannot fly
On Christmas Day in the morning.
My dears, you must know,
That a long time ago,
Two poor little children,
Whose names I don’t know,
Were stolen away
On a fine Summer’s day
And left in the Wood,
As I’ve heard the folks say.
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Don’t you remember
The Babes in the Wood?
And when it was night
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down
And the moon gave no light.
They sobbed and they sighed
And they bitterly cried,
And the poor little things
They lay down and died.
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Poor Babes in the Wood!
Don’t you remember
The Babes in the Wood?
And when they were dead
The Robins so red
Brought strawberry leaves
To over them spread.
Then all the day long
The branches among
They mournfully whistled
And this was their song.
Poor Babes in the Wood, etc.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
And he called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Ev’ry fiddler had a fiddle fine,
A very fine fiddle had he;
Then tweedle-dee went the fiddlers three,
And so merry we will be.
Counting by the years they’ve past,
Ben and Sue,
Kate and Prue
Come first and Baby John comes last.
But when bedtime comes, ’tis said,
Then poor Sue
And Ben and Prue
And even Kate
Must now come last,
And wait
Quite late,
Till Baby John is fast
A-bed.
WILLEBEEK CHILDREN’S BOOKS
with colour illustrations by
H. WILLEBEEK LE MAIR
WILLEBEEK NURSERY SONG BOOKS
Full page Illustrations in colour with the original best known Nursery Songs
Vol. I.—OUR OLD NURSERY RHYMES
Vol. II.—LITTLE SONGS OF LONG AGO
Vol. III.—OLD DUTCH NURSERY RHYMES
Other Works
THE CHILDREN’S CORNER
LITTLE PEOPLE
Each book containing 16 Pictures and Verses from Child Life
SCHUMANN
Piano Album of Children’s Pieces
CHILDREN’S POST CARDS
11 sets of 12 cards
NURSERY RHYME BOOKS:
1. GRANNIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
2. MOTHER’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
3. AUNTIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
4. NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
5. DADDY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
6. BABY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
Augener Ltd. London
David McKay, 604-608 South Washington Square, Philadelphia
Printed in England