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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES

OSSIBLY no person in this or any other enlightened country, has ever reached the age of maturity without having heard the mother sing or recite some Mother Goose Melody while endeavoring to lull her children to repose; I know of no greater method of awakening the appreciation of individual ideas than by carefully reading that old classic, "The House that Jack Built," and I therefore submit a few of these melodies for Class use; also selections for children.

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built,

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

DING, DONG BELL

Ding, dong bell,

Pussy's in the well!
Who put her in?-
Little Tommy Green.
Who pulled her out?-

Little Johnny Stout.

What a naughty boy, was that

To drown poor pussy cat,

Who never did any harm

But killed the mice in his father's barn.

DOGS IN THE GARDEN

Dogs in the garden, catch 'em Towser:
Cows in the cornfield, run, boys, run;
Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run;
Fire on the mountains, run, boys, run.

I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY

I like little pussy, her coat is so warm
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I very gently will play.

MERRY ARE THE BELLS

Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring, Merry was myself, and merry could I sing; With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free, And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!

Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose, Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose, Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free, With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

Merry have we met, and merry have we been, Merry let us part, and merry meet again; With a merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free, And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!

JACK AND JILL

Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown

And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;

Dame Jill had a job to plaster his knob,
With vinegar and brown paper.

TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run!

The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,

He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."

COCK A DOODLE DOO

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe;

My master's lost his fiddle stick,
And don't know what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!

Dame has lost her shoe;

Gone to bed and scratched her head,

And can't tell what to do.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB

Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow;

And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day;
That was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb in school.

And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,

And waited patiently about

Till Mary did appear.

OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,

A merry old soul was he,

He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl And he called for his fiddlers three.

LITTLE MISS MUFFET

Little Miss Muffet,

She sat on a tuffet,

Eating of curds and whey;