Part 15 (1/2)
I've been up to London to look at the queen.
p.u.s.s.y-cat, p.u.s.s.y-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
[Ill.u.s.tration: p.u.s.s.y-CAT p.u.s.s.y-CAT]
_Billy, Billy, come and play_
”Billy, Billy, come and play, While the sun s.h.i.+nes bright as day.”
”Yes, my Polly, so I will, For I love to please you still.”
”Billy, Billy, have you seen, Sam and Betsy on the green?”
”Yes, my Poll, I saw them pa.s.s, Skipping o'er the new-mown gra.s.s.”
”Billy, Billy, come along, And I will sing a pretty song.”
”O then, Polly, I'll make haste, Not one moment will I waste, But will come and hear you sing, And my fiddle I will bring.”
_I had a little hen_
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home in less than an hour; She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire and told me a fine tale.
_Lady bird, lady bird_
Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children have flown.
All but one, and her name is Ann, And she has crept under the pudding-pan.
_Hushy baby, my doll_
Hushy baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread and some milk by-and-by; Or, perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,-- Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart.
But how, my dear baby, shall I make you eat Of the bread, or the milk, or the custard, or meat?
For those pretty red lips seem shut up so fast, I much fear they won't open to taste the repast.
Ah! but then, my sweet child, you'll surely not cry, Oh no, not one tear is there now in your eye; Come kiss me, my dear, then, although you're but wood, For I'm sure now you smile, and look very good.
_c.o.c.k a doodle doo!_
c.o.c.k a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling stick, And don't know what to do.
c.o.c.k a doodle doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling stick, She'll dance without her shoe.