My maid Mary

She minds her dairy,

While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
Merrily run the reel

And the little spinning-wheel

While I am singing and mowing my corn.

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,
They were two bonny lasses:
They built their house upon the lea,

And covered it with rushes.

Bessy kept the garden gate,
And Mary kept the pantry;
Bessy always had to wait,
While Mary lived in plenty.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells and silver bells
And pretty girls all of a-row.

Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the

swine,

But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,

And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!

Old King Cole

Was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,

And he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle,

And a very fine fiddle had he;

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Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the

fiddlers.

Oh, there's none so rare,

As can compare

With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

There was an old woman went up in a basket Seventy times as high as the moon;

And where she was going, I could not but ask it, For under her arm she carried a broom. "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I, "Whither, O whither, O whither so high?" "I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!"

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Shall I go with thee?" Ay, by and by."

THE ROYAL BABY

VI

NURSERY NONSENSE

VI

NURSERY NONSENSE

Old Mother Goose, when She wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house, 'T was built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood.

She had a son Jack,

A plain-looking lad; He was not very good, Nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market,

A live goose he bought: "Here! mother,"

says he,

"It will not go for nought."

Jack's goose and her gander

Grew very fond;

They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.