The Nursery Rhymes of England Part 19

CXC.

Made in London, Sold at York, Stops a bottle And _is_ a cork.

CXCI.

Ten and ten and twice eleven, Take out six and put in seven; Go to the green and fetch eighteen, And drop one a coming.

CXCII.

[A walnut.]

As soft as silk, as white as milk, As bitter as gall, a thick wall, And a green coat covers me all.

CXCIII.

[A swarm of bees.]

As I was going o'er Tipple Tine, I met a flock of bonny swine; Some green-lapp'd, Some green-back'd; They were the very bonniest swine That e'er went over Tipple Tine.

CXCIV.

[An egg.]

Humpty Dumpty lay in a beck,[*]

With all his sinews round his neck; Forty doctors and forty wrights Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty to rights!

[Footnote *: A brook.]

CXCV.

[A storm of wind.]

Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, He comes roaring up the land;-- The King of Scots, with all his power, Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!

CXCVI.

[Tobacco.]

Make three-fourths of a cross, And a circle complete; And let two semicircles On a perpendicular meet; Next add a triangle That stands on two feet; Next two semicircles, And a circle complete.

CXCVII.

There was a king met a king In a narrow lane, Says this king to that king, "Where have you been?"

"Oh! I've been a hunting With my dog and my doe."

"Pray lend him to me, That I may do so."

"There's the dog _take_ the dog."

"What's the dog's name?"

"I've told you already."

"Pray tell me again."

CXCVIII.

[A plum-pudding.]

Flour of England, fruit of Spain, Met together in a shower of rain; Put in a bag tied round with a string, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a ring.

CXCIX.

Every lady in this land Has twenty nails upon each hand, Five and twenty hands and feet, All this is true without deceit.

CC.

Twelve pears hanging high, Twelve knights riding by; Each knight took a pear, And yet left eleven there!

CCI.

[A star.]

I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep; She wades the waters deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains high, high, high; Poor little creature she has but one eye.

CCII.

[A needle and thread.]

Old mother Twitchett had but one eye, And a long tail which she let fly; And every time she went over a gap, She left a bit of her tail in a trap.

CCIII.

[An egg.]

In marble walls as white as milk, Lined with a skin as soft as silk; Within a fountain crystal clear, A golden apple doth appear.

No doors there are to this strong-hold.