The Nursery Rhyme Book Part 22

Upstairs, downstairs, And in my lady's chamber.

There I meet an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him downstairs.

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JENNY WREN fell sick, Upon a merry time; In came Robin-Redbreast And brought her sops and wine.

"Eat well of the sops, Jenny, Drink well of the wine."

"Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine."

Jenny she got well, And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit.

Robin, being angry, Hopped upon a twig, Saying, "Out upon you. Fie upon you.

Bold-faced jig."

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THE hart he loves the high wood, The hare she loves the hill, The knight he loves his bright sword, The lady--loves her will.

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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.

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A FARMER went trotting Upon his grey mare; b.u.mpety, b.u.mpety, b.u.mp!

With his daughter behind him, So rosy and fair; Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried "Croak;"

And they all tumbled down; b.u.mpety, b.u.mpety, b.u.mp!

The mare broke her knees, And the farmer his crown; Lumpety, lumpety, lump.

The mischievous raven Flew laughing away; b.u.mpety, b.u.mpety, b.u.mp!

And vowed he would serve them The same the next day; b.u.mpety, b.u.mpety, b.u.mp!

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[Ill.u.s.tration: THIS is the house that Jack built]

THIS is the house that Jack built.

2. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.

3. This is the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

4. This is the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

5. This is the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

6. This is the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

7. This is the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

8. This is the man all tatter'd and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

9. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

10. This is the c.o.c.k that crow'd in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

11. This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the c.o.c.k that crow'd in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built.

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AN old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence. "What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig."

As she was coming home, she came to a stile; but the pig would not go over the stile.

She went a little farther, and she met a dog. So she said to the dog--

"Dog, dog, bite pig!

Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night."

But the dog would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a stick. So she said--

"Stick, stick, beat dog!

Dog won't bite pig?

Pig won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night."

But the stick would not.

She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said--

"Fire, fire, burn stick!

Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night."

But the fire would not.

She went a little farther, and she met some water. So she said--

"Water, water, quench fire!

Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile, And I shan't get home to-night."

But the water would not.