Denslow's
MOTHER
GOOSE
Denslow's
MOTHER
GOOSE
Being the old familiar rhymes and jingles of MOTHER GOOSE edited and
illustrated
by
W. W. Denslow.
1901
McClure, Phillips
& Company
Publishers
NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT
1901
BY
William
Wallace
Denslow
This book is dedicated to
Ann Waters Denslow
with much love and gratitude
for her help in its making.
Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, |
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall; |
All the king's horses, and all the king's men |
Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again. |
(an egg) |
Mistress Mary, quite contrary |
How does your garden grow? |
With cockle-shells and silver bells, |
And pretty maids all in a row. |
Bye, baby bunting, |
Daddy's gone a hunting, |
He'll never get this rabbit's skin, |
To wrap the baby bunting in. |
Little Jack Horner |
Sat in the corner, |
Eating a Christmas pie; |
He put in his thumb, |
And he took out a plum, |
And said, |
"What a good boy am I!" |
Old King Cole |
Was a merry old soul, |
And a merry old soul was he: |
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He called for his pipe, |
And he called for his bowl, |
And he called for his fiddlers three. |
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Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, |
And a very fine fiddle had he; |
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. |
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Oh, there's none so rare, |
As can compare |
With King Cole and his fiddlers three. |
Baa, baa, black sheep, |
Have you any wool? |
Yes, marry, have I, |
Three bags full; |
One for my master, |
And one for my dame, |
And one for the little boy |
Who lives in the lane. |
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! |
So I will, master, as fast as I can: |
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, and |
Put in the oven for Tommy and me. |
Great A, little a, |
Bouncing B! |
The cat's in the cupboard, |
And she can't see. |
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, |
Home again, home again, dancing a jig: |
Ride to market to buy a fat hog, |
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog. |
I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm, |
And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm. |
I'll sit by the fire, and give her some food, |
And Pussy will love me, because I am good. |
Higglepy, Piggleby, My black hen, |
She lays eggs For gentlemen; |
Sometimes nine, And sometimes ten, |
Higglepy, Piggleby, My black hen! |
Hickety; dickety, dock, |
The mouse ran up the clock; |
The clock struck one, |
Down the mouse ran, |
Hickety, dickety, dock. |
Hush-a-bye, baby, on on the tree top, |
When the wind blows the cradle will rock; |
When the bough bends it never can fall, |
Safe is the baby, bough, cradle and all. |
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, |
She had so many children she didn't know what to do; |
She gave them some broth with plenty of bread, |
She kissed them all fondly and sent them to bed. |
Poor old Robinson Crusoe! |
Poor old Robinson Crusoe! |
They made him a coat |
Of an old nanny goat |
I wonder how they could do so! |
With a ring-a-ting tang, |
And a ring-a-ting tang, |
Poor old Robinson Crusoe! |
Rain, rain, go away, |
Come again another day; |
Little Arthur wants to play. |
The rose is red, |
The violet's blue, |
Sugar is sweet, |
And so are you. |
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn, |
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn. |
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket |
Nineteen times as high as the moon; |
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, |
For in her hand she carried a broom. |
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I, |
O whither, O whither, O whither so high? |
To brush the cobwebs off the sky! |
Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye. |
Ride a cockhorse to Banbury-cross |
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. |
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, |
All on a summer's day; |
The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, |
And took them clean away. |
The King of Hearts called for the tarts, |
And beat the Knave full sore; |
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, |
And vowed he'd steal no more. |
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. |
The north wind doth blow, |
And we shall have snow, |
And what will poor Robin do then? |
Poor thing! |
He'll sit in a barn, |
And to keep himself warm, |
Will hide his head under his wing, |
Poor thing! |
There was an old woman, and what do you think? |
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: |
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet; |
And yet this old woman could never be quiet. |
Simple Simon met a pieman, |
Going to the fair; |
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Says Simple Simon to the pieman, |
"Let me taste your ware." |
Says the pieman to Simple Simon, |
"Show me first your penny." |
Says Simple Simon to the pieman, |
"Indeed I have not any." |
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Simple Simon went a-fishing |
For to catch a whale: |
All the water he had got |
Was in his mother's pail. |
Little Miss Muffet, |
She sat on a tuffet, |
There came a great spider, |
Who sat down beside her, |
And frightened Miss Muffet away. |
Little Tom Tucker |
Sings for his supper, |
What shall he eat? |
White bread and butter. |
Mary had a little lamb, |
Its fleece was white as snow; |
And everywhere that Mary went, |
The lamb was sure to go. |
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He followed, her to school one day; |
That was against the rule; |
It made the children laugh and play |
To see a lamb at school. |
And so the teacher turned him out, |
But still he lingered near, |
And waited patiently about |
Till Mary did appear. |
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"What makes the lamb love Mary so?" |
The eager children cry. |
"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know." |
The teacher did reply. |
A diller, a dollar, |
A ten o' clock scholar, |
What makes you come so soon? |
You used to come at ten o'clock, |
But now you come at noon. |
I had a little hobby-horse, |
And it was dapple grey; |
Its head was made of pea-straw, |
Its tail was made of hay. |
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I sold it to an old woman |
For a copper groat; |
And I'll not sing my song again |
Without a new coat. |
Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, |
Had a wife, and couldn't keep her; |
He put her in a pumpkin-shell. |
And there he kept her very well. |
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. |
The man in the moon, |
Came down too soon, |
To inquire his way to Norwich. |
He went by the south, |
And burnt his mouth |
With eating cold pease porridge. |
Hey! diddle, diddle, |
The cat and the fiddle, |
The cow jumped over the moon; |
The little dog laughed to see such sport. |
And the dish ran after the spoon. |
There was a fat man of Bombay, |
Who was smoking one sunshiny day, |
When a bird called a snipe, |
Flew away with his pipe, |
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay. |
Hark, hark! |
The dogs do bark, |
Beggars are coming to town; |
Some in tags, |
Some in rags, |
And some in velvet gowns. |
Jack be nimble, |
Jack be quick, |
And Jack jump over the candle stick. |
Three wise men of Gotham |
Went to sea in a bowl, |
And if the bowl had been stronger, |
My song would have been longer. |
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John |
Went to bed with his trousers on; |
One shoe off, the other shoe on, |
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John. |
Cock a doodle doo, |
My dame has lost her shoe; |
My master's lost his fiddle-stick, |
And knows not what to do. |
Polly, put the kettle on, |
Polly, put the kettle on, |
Polly, put the kettle on, |
And let's drink tea. |
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Sukey, take it off again, |
Sukey, take it off again, |
Sukey, take it off again, |
They've all gone away. |
The verses in this |
book have been |
hand-lettered by |
FRED W. GOUDY. |