That toss'd the dog That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cock that crow'd in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tatter'd and torn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the farmer, sowing his corn, That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn, That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn, That toss'd the dog, That worried the cat, That kill'd the rat, That ate the malt, That lay in the house that Jack built. poor donkey, I'll give him a handful of grass ; I'm sure he's a good-natured honest old ass : He trots to the market to carry the sack, 'Tis true, now and then he has got a bad trick, No, no, my good donkey, I'll give you some grass; BOW, wow, says the dog; Mew, mew, says the cat; Grunt, grunt, goes the hog; Tu whu, says the owl; Caw, caw, says the crow; Quack, quack, says the duck; And what sparrows say, you know. So, with sparrows and owls, A fine song I have made, To please you, my dear; And if it's well sung, 'T will be charming to hear. IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, RIDE To see an old lady upon a white horse; Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes. DIDDLE, 86. IDDLE, diddle, dumpling, my boy John One shoe off, and one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.. 87. S I went through the garden-gap, Who should I meet but Dick Redcap! A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,- groat. coxx A S I was going to St. Ives,' I met a man with seven wives: Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were there going to St. Ives? 89. A CAT came fiddling out of a barn, With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm; She could sing nothing but fiddle-cum-fee, The mouse has married the humble bee: Pipe cat,-dance, mouse; We'll have a wedding at our good house. 90. PUSSY cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been up to London to look at the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair. |