Old Nursery songs, stories, and ballads |
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... songs. YE , O my baby ! B When I was a lady , Oh then my poor babe didn't cry ! But my baby is weeping , For want of good keeping , Oh , I fear my poor baby will die ! AN you make me a cambric shirt , Parsley ,. 10 Nursery Songs .
... songs. YE , O my baby ! B When I was a lady , Oh then my poor babe didn't cry ! But my baby is weeping , For want of good keeping , Oh , I fear my poor baby will die ! AN you make me a cambric shirt , Parsley ,. 10 Nursery Songs .
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... Tom ran crying down the street . RIP upon trenchers , and dance upon dishes , My mother sent me for some balm , some balm ; She bid me tread lightly , and come again quickly , For fear the young men should do me some harm 31 Nursery Songs .
... Tom ran crying down the street . RIP upon trenchers , and dance upon dishes , My mother sent me for some balm , some balm ; She bid me tread lightly , and come again quickly , For fear the young men should do me some harm 31 Nursery Songs .
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Old nursery songs. For fear the young men should do me some harm . Yet didn't you see , yet didn't you see , What naughty tricks they put upon me ; They broke my pitcher , And spilt the water , And huff'd my mother , And chid her ...
Old nursery songs. For fear the young men should do me some harm . Yet didn't you see , yet didn't you see , What naughty tricks they put upon me ; They broke my pitcher , And spilt the water , And huff'd my mother , And chid her ...
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... fear That she will leave thee through the night ; She'll watch thy slumbers till morning light . If thou art uneasy , thou shalt rest Thy little head upon her breast , Loving arms shall wrap thee round ; Sleep then , baby , soft and ...
... fear That she will leave thee through the night ; She'll watch thy slumbers till morning light . If thou art uneasy , thou shalt rest Thy little head upon her breast , Loving arms shall wrap thee round ; Sleep then , baby , soft and ...
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... fear to lose the best , The duckling plumper than the rest ; His long and cruel work is o'er , And he will trouble us no more . The hawk was cruel , fierce and strong ; His beak was sharp , his claws were long . Many a little bird ate ...
... fear to lose the best , The duckling plumper than the rest ; His long and cruel work is o'er , And he will trouble us no more . The hawk was cruel , fierce and strong ; His beak was sharp , his claws were long . Many a little bird ate ...
Common terms and phrases
baby beautiful bells of St Bethnal Green birds blind beggar bold Robin Hood bright carrion crow Cheery Chevy Chase cradle will rock dame Dance o'er Dick Whittington door doth Earl Douglas Earl Percy fairy father Fol de rol Fretillon gallant gay lady girl gold gown Grumble hand heart heigh horse house that Jack ITTLE Jack built Joe Dobson jump'd Kate kill'd the rat Lady Lee laughed Little John Little Robin Redbreast lived Lord maiden maids malt That lay marry master merry mice mother never night noble o'er my Lady old witch old woman Parsley Peacocks pearl pony poor pray pretty Bessie prince Princess Rosetta pussy Pussy-cat queen quoth Robin Goodfellow Rose round Say the bells sing sister slain song stick sweet tell thee thou shalt told toss'd the dog tree unto wife worried the cat
Popular passages
Page 6 - A MAN of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds...
Page 3 - GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all ; A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-Chase befall. To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way ; The child may rue that is unborn The hunting of that day.
Page 32 - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 1 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Page 20 - 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.
Page 24 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Page 23 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Page 10 - They closed full fast on every side, No slackness there was found ; And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground.
Page 27 - THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD Now ponder well, you parents dear, These words which I shall write ; A doleful story you shall hear, In time brought forth to light. A gentleman of good account In Norfolk dwelt of late, Who did in honour far surmount Most men of his estate.
Page 13 - With that there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart — A deep and deadly blow : Who never spoke more words than these — " Fight on, my merry men all; For why, my life is at an end, Lord Percy sees my fall.