Pinafore Palace Part 10

The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.

A little boy and a little girl Lived in an alley; Said the little boy to the little girl, "Shall I, oh! shall I?"

Said the little girl to the little boy, "What will you do?"

Said the little boy to the little girl, "I will kiss you."

When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuff'd it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs.

The king and queen did eat thereof, And n.o.blemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.

"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?"

"Down in the meadow to milk my cow."

"Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now; When I send for thee, then come thou."

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so, betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had a wife and couldn't keep her; He put her in a pumpkin sh.e.l.l And then he kept her very well.

The little priest of Felton, The little priest of Felton, He kill'd a mouse within his house, And ne'er a one to help him.

Ding, dong, bell, p.u.s.s.y's in the well!

Who put her in?-- Little Tommy Lin.

Who pulled her out?-- Big John Strout.

What a naughty boy was that To drown poor p.u.s.s.y-cat, Who never did him any harm, But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.

When I was a bachelor I lived by myself; And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.

The rats and the mice They made such a strife, I was forced to go to London To buy me a wife.

The streets were so bad, And the lanes were so narrow, I was forced to bring my wife home In a wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow broke, And my wife had a fall, Down came wheelbarrow, Little wife and all.

I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint-pot, And there I bade 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 little garters, To garter up his hose, And a little handkerchief, To wipe his little nose.

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket 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 counting-house, Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey;

The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; When up came a blackbird, And nipped off her nose.

Little Bo-peep, she lost her sheep, And can't 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 dreamed she heard them bleating; When she awoke she found it a joke, For they still were 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.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye, And over the hillocks she raced; And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, That each tail should be properly placed.

There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook, And he saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home, To his good wife Joan, And bid her make a fire for to bake, bake, bake, To roast the little duck He had shot in the brook, And he'd go fetch her next the drake, drake, drake.

The drake had gone to sail, With his nice curly tail, The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.

But he let off his gun, And he fired too soon, So the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

Three little kittens, they lost their mittens, And they began to cry, _O mother dear,_ _We very much fear,_ _That we have lost our mittens._ Lost your mittens!

You naughty kittens!

Then you shall have no pie.

_Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._ No, you shall have no pie.

_Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._

The three little kittens, they found their mittens, And they began to cry, _O mother dear,_ _See here, see here!_ _See! we have found our mittens._ Put on your mittens, You silly kittens, And you may have some pie.

_Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,_ _O let us have the pie._ _Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r._

The three little kittens put on their mittens, And soon ate up the pie; _O mother dear,_ _We greatly fear,_ _That we have soiled our mittens._ Soiled your mittens!

You naughty kittens!

Then they began to sigh, _Mee-ow; mee-ow, mee-ow._ Then they began to sigh, _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._

The three little kittens they washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry; _O mother dear,_ _Do you not hear,_ _That we have washed our mittens?_ Washed your mittens!

O, you're good kittens.

But I smell a rat close by: Hus.h.!.+ Hus.h.!.+ _mee-ow, mee-ow._ _We smell a rat close by,_ _Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow._