Gammer Gurton's Garland Part 9

As I was going up Pippen hill, Pippen hill was dirty, There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropt me a curtsey.

Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you, If I had half-a-crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you.

d.i.c.kery, d.i.c.kery, dock, The mouse ran up the clock: The clock struck one, And down he run; d.i.c.kery, d.i.c.kery, dock.

Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur, He always would bark if a mouse did but stir: But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark, He's condemn'd by the parson to be hang'd by the clerk.

If all the world was apple-pie, And all the sea was ink; And all the trees were bread and cheese, What could we do for drink?

Old Mother Niddity Nod swore by the pudding-bag, She would go to Stoken Church fair; And then old Father Peter said he would meet her, Before she got half-way there.

Little brown Betty lived at the Golden Can, Where she brew'd good ale for gentlemen; And gentlemen came every day, Till little brown Betty she hopt away.

Tom Thumb the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away did run; The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, Till he ran crying down the street.

Jack Sprat would eat no fat, His wife would eat no lean; Now was not this a pretty trick, To make the platter clean.

As I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs; Bandy legs and crooked toes, I tript up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

Yankey Doodle came to town, How do you think they serv'd him?

One took his bag, another his scrip, The quicker for to starve him.

There was an old woman had nothing, And there came thieves to rob her; When she cried out she made no noise, But all the whole country heard her.

Pillyc.o.c.k, pillyc.o.c.k, sate on a hill: If he's not gone--he sits there still.

Humpty-dumpty sate on a wall, Humpti-dumpti had a great fall; Threescore men and threescore more, Cannot place Humpty-dumpty as he was before.

Little boy Bluet, come blow me your horn, The cow's in the meadow, the sheep in the corn: But where is the little boy tenting the sheep?

He's under the hay-c.o.c.k fast asleep.

p.u.s.s.y cat, p.u.s.s.y cat, wilt thou be mine, Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor feed the swine: But sit on a cus.h.i.+on and sew a silk seam, And eat fine strawberries, sugar, and cream.

Danty baby diddy, What can mammy do wid'e, But sit in a lap, And give 'un a pap, Sing danty baby diddy.

Dingle, dingle, doosey, The cat's in the well; The dog's away to Bellingen, To buy the bairn a bell.[G]

[G] This is a Scottish ditty, on whirling round a piece of lighted paper to the child. The paper is called the dingle doosey.

I'll sing you a song, Nine verses long, For a pin; Three and three are six, And three are nine; You are a fool, And the pin is mine.

Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, two, etc.

One ran away, The other would not stay, Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.