Part 8 (1/2)
_Little Bob Snooks_
Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books, And loved by his usher and master: But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye, And carries his nose in a plaster.
_There was a man, and he had naught_
There was a man, and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney pot, And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him; He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never looked behind him.
_Where are you going_
”Where are you going, my pretty maid?”
”I'm going a-milking, sir,” she said.
”May I go with you, my pretty maid?”
”You're kindly welcome, sir,” she said.
”What is your father, my pretty maid?”
”My father's a farmer, sir,” she said.
”What is your fortune, my pretty maid?”
”My face is my fortune, sir,” she said.
”Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!”
”n.o.body asked you, sir!” she said.
[Ill.u.s.tration: WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO MY PRETTY MAID?]
_Hush-a-bye_
Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
_Poor old Robinson Crusoe_
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat Of an old nanny goat, I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring a ting tang, And a ring a ting tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
_Queen Anne, Queen Anne_
Queen Anne, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun, As fair as a lily, as white as a wand I send you three letters, and pray read one, You must read one, if you can't read all, So pray, Miss or Master, throw up the ball.
_The Spider and the Fly_
”Will you walk into my parlour?” said the spider to the fly,-- ”'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy.
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair; And I have many curious things to show you when you're there.”