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115 "Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you

going? I will go with you, if I may." “I am going to the meadow to see them

a-mowing, I am going to see them make the hay."


No. 116 and the two rhymes following are by

Miss Wilhelmina Seegmiller. (By permission of the publishers, Rand McNally & Co., Chicago.) Their presence will allow teachers to compare some widely and successfully used modern efforts with the traditional jingles in the midst of which they are placed.

Nos. 119–146 are in the main the longer nurs

ery favorites and may somewhat loosely be called the novels and epics of the nursery as the former group may be called the lyrics and short stories. All of them are marked by dramatic power, a necessary element in all true classics for children whether in verse or prose. Nos. 119 and 120 are two of the favorite jingles used in teaching the alphabet. Each letter suggests a distinct image. In No. 119 the images are all of actions, and connected by the direction of these actions upon a single object. In No. 120 the images are each complete and independent. Here it may be noticed that some of the elements of the pictures are determined by the exigencies of rhyme, as, for instance, what the archer shot at, and what the lady had. The originator doubtless expected the child to see the relation of cause and consequence between Y and Z

MILKWEED SEEDS As white as milk, As soft as silk, And hundreds close together: They sail away, On an autumn day, When windy is the weather.

119 A WAS AN APPLE-PIE A was an apple-pie; B bit it;


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C cut it;


was an oyster girl, and went about dealt it;

town; E eat it;

P was a parson, and wore a black gown. F fought for it; G got it;

Q was a queen, who sailed in a ship; H had it;

R was a robber, and wanted a whip. J joined it;

S K kept it;

was a sailor, and spent all he got;

T L longed for it;

was a tinker, and mended a pot. M mourned for it:

U N nodded at it;

was an usurer, a miserable elf;

V 0 opened it;

was a vintner, who drank all himself. P peeped in it;

W was a watchman, and guarded the l quartered it;

door; R ran for it;

X was expensive, and so became poor. S stole it; T took it;

Y was a youth, that did not love school; V viewed it;


was a zany, a poor harmless fool. W wanted it; X, Y, Z, and Ampersand (&) All wished for a piece in hand.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING Where are you going, my pretty maid?

“I'm going a-milking, sir," she said. TOM THUMB'S ALPHABET

May I go with you, my pretty maid? A was an archer, and shot at a frog; “You're kindly welcome, sir,” she said. B was a butcher, and kept a bull-dog. What is your father, my pretty maid?

"My father's a farmer, sir," she said. C was a captain, all covered with lace;

What is your fortune, my pretty maid? D was a drunkard, and had a red face.

“My face is my fortune, sir,” she said. E was an esquire, with insolent brow;

Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid. F was a farmer, and followed the “Nobody asked you, sir,” she said.

plough. Gwas a gamester, who had but ill luck;

MOLLY AND I Hwas a hunter, and hunted a buck.

Molly, my sister, and I fell out, I was an innkeeper, who loved to

And what do you think it was about? carouse;

She loved coffee, and I loved tea, J was a joiner, and built up a house.

And that was the reason we couldn't K was a king, so mighty and grand;

agree. L was a lady, who had a white hand.

But Molly, my sister, and I made up,

And now together we can sup, M was a miser, and hoarded up gold; For Molly drinks coffee, and I drink tea,

was a nobleman, gallant and bold. And we both are happy as happy can be.


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I SAW A SHIP I saw a ship a-sailing,

A-sailing on the sea; And oh, it was all laden

With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits in the cabin,

And apples in the hold; The sails were made of silk,

And the masts were made of gold!

The four and twenty sailors,

That stood between the decks, Were four and twenty white mice,

With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,

With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,

The captain said, “Quack! Quack!”



London bridge is broken down,

Dance o'er my lady Lee; London bridge is broken down,

With a gay lady.

How shall we build it up again?

Dance o'er my lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again?

With a gay lady.

Build it up with silver and gold,

Dance o'er my lady Lee;
Build it up with silver and gold,

With a gay lady.

Silver and gold will be stole away,

Dance o'er my lady Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,

With a gay lady.

Build it again with iron and steel,

Dance o'er my lady Lee; Build it up with iron and steel,

With a gay lady.


Iron and steel will bend and bow,

Dance o'er my lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow,

With a gay lady.

There was an old woman, as I've heard

She went to market her eggs for to sell;
She went to market all on a market-day,
And she fell asleep on the king's highway.

Build it up with wood and clay,

Dance o'er my lady Lee; Build it up with wood and clay,

With a gay lady.

By came a pedlar whose name was Stout,
He cut her petticoats all round about;
He cut her petticoats up to her knees,
Which made the old woman to shiver

and freeze.

Wood and clay will wash away,

Dance o'er my lady Lee; Wood and clay will wash away,

With a gay lady.

When this little woman first did wake,
She began to shiver and she began to

She began to wonder, and she began to cry,
“Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!

Build it up with stone so strong,

Dance o'er my lady Lee; Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,

With a gay lady.

"But if it be I, as I do hope it be,
I've a little dog at home, and he'll know


If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and


Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has found her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling stick,
Sing doodle doodle doo!

Home went the little woman all in the

dark, Up got the little dog, and he began to

bark; He began to bark, so she began to cry, “Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!”

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling stick,
For dame and doodle doo.



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LITTLE BO-PEEP Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,

And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they 'll come home,

And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke,

For they were still all fleeting. Then up she took her little crook,

Determined for to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her

heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them. It happened one day, as Bo-peep did

stray, Unto a meadow hard by: There she espied their tails side by side,

All hung on a tree to dry.

127 COCK A DOODLE DOO Cock a doodle doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling stick, And don't know what to do.

There were three jovial huntsmen,

As I have heard them say,
And they would go a-hunting

All on a summer's day.

All the day they hunted,

And nothing could they find
But a ship a-sailing,

A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship,

The other he said nay;
The third said it was a house

With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted,

And nothing could they find,
But the moon a-gliding,

A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon,

The other he said nay;
The third said it was a cheese,

And half o't cut away.

There was a little man,

And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead,

He went to a brook,

And fired at a duck,
And shot it through the head, head, head.

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He carried it home

To his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make,

To roast the little duck,

He had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch her the drake,

drake, drake.

The drake was a-swimming,

With his curly tail;
The little man made it his mark, mark,

He let off his gun,

But he fired too soon,
And the drake flew away with a quack,

quack, quack.

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Simple Simon went a fishing

Just to catch a whale:
All the water he had got

Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look

If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,

Which made poor Simon whistle.



Taffy was a Welshman;
Taffy was a thief;
Taffy came to my house,
And stole a piece of beef.
I went to Taffy's house;
Taffy wasn't home;
Taffy came to my house,
And stole a marrow-bone.
I went to Taffy's house;
Taffy was in bed;
I took up the marrow-bone
And flung it at his head!

A farmer went trotting upon his

gray mare,

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him so rosy

and fair,

Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A raven cried "Croak!" and they all

tumbled down,

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees, and the farmer

his crown,

Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
The mischievous raven flew laughing


Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them the same

the next day,

Lumpety, lumpety, lump!



Simple Simon met a pieman

Going to the fair:
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

“Let me taste your ware."

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was “Over the hills and far away”;
Over the hills, and a great way of
And the wind will blow my top-knot off.

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,

“Show me first your penny.” Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

"Indeed I have n't any."

Now Tom with his pipe made such a

noise, That he pleased both the girls and boys,

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