^' Class Knnk . /A I M fe SMITHSONIAK DEPOSIT 1 THE ORIGINAL Mother Goose's Melody, AS FIRST ISSUED BY JOHN NEWBERY, OF LONDON, ABOUT A. D., 1760. Reproduced \n facsimile from the edition as reprinted by ISAIAH THOMAS, OF WORCESTER, MASS. ABOUT A. D., 1785, WITH INTRODUCTORY NOTES BY WILLIAM H. WHITMORE. v^. ALBANY: '■ JOEL MUNSELL'S SONS. 1889. COPYRIGHTED BY W. H. WHITMORE fiSn «An fd&» y JEMIMA GOOSE As this edition, as will be fliown, is fubftantially the fame as that copy- righted in 1833, and is the parent of all later iffues, I fubjoin a table of con- tents. The pages cited in the left-hand margin are thofe of the edition of 1833. The items marked with a ftar are thofe found in Newbery's and Thomas's edition. Thofe marked C. have a wood-cut; in many cafes the illufbration takes the greater part of the page. A few of the more interefting and peculiar rhymes are quoted in full. It fhould be added, that in this edition of Munroe y Francis, quite a number of verbal changes were made from Thomas's text ; but it is needlefs to fpecify them: i8 Preface. Contents. Munroe iff Francis Edition, 1824. The north wind doth blow. a. Little boy blue, blow your horn. b. In the month of fweet April. [Altered in 1833.] c. Shoe the horfe and flioe the mare. Baa, baa, black fheep. [N. p. 59.] a. This little pig went to market. [N. p. 54.] b. Let us go the wood fays this pig. I had a little hufband no bigger than my thumb. a. Cold and raw the north winds blow. b. Bye, baby bunting. c. Hufti-a-bye baby, lie ftill with thy daddy. a. When I was a little boy, I lived by myfelf. [N. p. 51.] b. Great A, little a, bouncing B. [N. p. 28] a. " Ride a cock horfe to Banbury crofs To fee what Tommy can buy." [N. p. 33.] b. Ride away, ride away, Johnny fliall ride. Sing, fing, what fhall I fing? Jack Sprat could eat no fat. [N. p. 43.] a. Telltale tit. [N. p. 45.] b. Peafe porridge hot. [N. p 41.] a. Little King Boggen he built a fine hall. b. How many days has my baby to play. c. Wafh me and comb me. [^Cut here in white line Chiket's fc] Cufliy cow, bonny, let down your milk. a. Three wife men of Gotham. [N. p. 21.] b. Harry come parry, when will you marry. Robert Barns, fellow fine. a. Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man. [N. p. 49.] b. Ride a cock horfe to Banbury crofs. To fee an old woman jump on a black horfe. [Altered in 1833-] c. How many miles to Babylon. There was an old woman lived under a. hill. [N. p. 24.] [N.D.] Hark, hark, the dogs do bark. [AB.] The man in the moon came down too foon. 1833 1824 edition, edition. Page. Page. 3- 5- C. 23- 6. 20. 23- 5- *7. *8. c. 85. 9- C. 23- 10. 12. 52. 10. *ii. c. 38. * 58. *I2. c. 52. II. U' c. 72. *i4. c. 39- *i5. c. 40. * 50. 16. 44. 62. 13- 17- c. 62 *i8. c. 63 70 19. c. 44 *20. 32 59 18 *2I. c. 26 22. c. 9 23- c. Preface. 1.883 1824 Contents, etc.— Continued. edition, edition. ' Page. Page. 18. *24. a. Shoe the colt. [N. p. 30.] 28. b. Lavender blue and Rofemary Green. c. Rain, rain, go awa/. There was an old woman who lived in a (hoe. Hey, my kitten, my kitten. [N. p. 53.] I'll fing you a fong, of the days that are long. a. The lion and the unicorn. b. Arthur O'Bower has broken his band. To bed, to bed, fays Sleepy-Head. Blefs you, blefs you, burnie-bee, Tell me where my true love be. [10 lines, modern.] Hufh-a-bye, baby, upon the tree-top. [N. p. 39,] a. Diglety diddledy, my mammy's maid. b. There was a man of our town. [N. p. 55.] Ding, dong, bell, PulTy cat's in the well. [N. p. 25.] a. Little Johnnie Pringle had a little pig. [N. p. 15.] b. The rofe is red, the violet blue. Sing a fong of fixpence. a. Continued. b. Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home. *37. C. a. Who comes here, a Grenadier. [N. p. 42.] b. "Kit and Kitterit and Kitterit's mother. All went over the bridge together-, The bridge broke down, they all fell in, 'Good luck go with you,' fays Tom Bolin." Johnny (hall have a new bonnet. [Bowen, fc.J Bobby Shaftoe's gone to fea. a. "Hey! rub-a-dub, ho! rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub, And who do you think were there.'' The butcher, the baker, the candlefl-ick maker, And all of them gone to the fair." 15. * b. Alfred and Richard were two pretty men. [N. p. 60.] 50. 41. C. a, Tom, Tom, the piper's fon. 64. b. Jog on, jog on, the footpath way. And merrily jump the ftyle, a'. [N. p. 91.] *42. a. Little Jack Horner. [N. p. 40.] —4 34 . 25. C. 24 *26. 64 27. C. 28 28. c. 35 51 29. c. 30- c. 36 *3i. c. 51 32- 41. * 46. *33- c. 29. *34- 37- 7- 35- 36. c. 8. 33- *37- c. 25. 32. 38- 55- 39- C. 35. 40. C. 20 Preface. 1833 .1824 Contents, etc. — Continued. edition, edition. ' Page. Page. 77. b. There was a piper had a cow. 53. 43. C. Pretty John Watts, We are troubled with rats. *44. a. fHigh diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle. [N. p. 32.] f[FooT NOTE. — "Surely it muft have been a little dog, for a great dog would have been too wife to laugh at fuch nonfenfe."] b. Robin a bobbin, the big bellied hen. [Same as cover.] 45. C. Little Mifs Muffett. 15. *46. C. a. Round about, round about, Goofeberry pie. [N p 36.] 73, * b. The fow came in with a faddle. [N. p. 63.] 57. *47. C. Boys and girls come out to play. [N. p, 66.] 48. a. Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. b. As I went in the garden, I faw five brave maids. 69. c. The girl in the lane. That could not fpeak plain. 37. 49. C. a. There was an old woman and what do you think. b. "Oneery, you-ery, ekery, Ann, Phillify, follyfy, Nicholas, John. Quee-bee, quaw-bee, Irifli Mary, Stinkle-em, ftankle-em, buck." There were two birds fat upon a flone. [N. p. 38.] Little Johnny Tucker, Sing for your fupper. [N. p. 26,] a. "There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead ; He fhot John Sprig, Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head." b. There was a man and he had naught. Jemmy Jed went into the fhed. a. PufTy cat, pufTy cat, where have you been. b. ''Liar, liar, lickfpit. Turn about the candleftick; What is good for liars Brimftone and fires." 55. C. "See -faw, down in my lap, Up again on her feet ; Little girl loft her white cap. Blown away in the ftreet.** 19. *5o. C 74- *5i. C 68. 52. 45- 59- 53. c. 56. 54. c. Preface. 21 1833. 1824. Contents, etc. — Continued. edition, edition. Page. Page. 60. *56. Trip upon trenchers (flightly altered). [N. p. 17.] *57. C. "Three children playing on the ice All on a fummer's day ; As it fell out, they all fell in, ^ The reft they ran away. '* Now had thefe children been at fchool, Or playing on dry ground, Ten thoufand pounds to a fingle cent They had not all been drowned." [N. p. 47.] 4. 58. a. There was a mad man. And he had a mad wife. 27. b. Hogs in the garden, catch 'em Towfer. 30. 59. C. You owe me five (hillings, fay the bells of St. Helen's. 60. a. Continued [ii verfes]. 65. b. When I was a little he. 61. 61. C. a. What's the news of the day.? 5. b. " To market, to market, to buy a penny bun, Home again, home again, market is done." 14. 62. a. There were two blind men went to fee. 38. b. The little black dog ran 'round the houfe. c. " [Wardrobe of the renowned Thomas Thumb, Efq., of Thumb hall, Thumbfliire.]" An oaken leaf he had for his crown, etc. " Tom, Tom, of Iflington, Married a wife on Sunday." a. One, two, buckle my fhoe. Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my fon John. Puffy fits behind the log. a. There was an old woman toft up in a blanket. Jacky, come give me thy fiddle. Smiling girls, rofy boys. Continued. [Modern.] Away pretty Robin. [Modern.] Continued. Fa, fe,'fi, fo, fum, I fmell the blood of an Engliftiman. Pretty bee, do not buzz about over the flower. [Modern.] Coniinued. 84. 63- 8. 64. a. 26. b. 44. 65. C. 22. 66. a. 76. b. 33- 67. 68. C. 78. 69. c. 70. a. 14. b. 71- c. 72. a. 22 Preface. 1833 1824 Contents, etc. — Contents. edition, edition. ' Pag8. fage. 55 46 39 47 70 87 8( 31 88 68 66 74 b. The cuckoo's a bonny bird. 73. C. <7. Bow, wow, wow. [N. p. 58.] b. Drunken Tom, with jacket blue. 74. a. Saturday night fhall be my whole care. * b. 1 won't be my father's Jack. [N. p. 20.] c. " Hey, ding a ding, I heard a bird fing, The parliament foldiers are gone to the King." *75. C. What care I how black I be. [N. p. 44.] *76. a. We're three brethren out of Spain. [N. p. 64.] b. Once in my life I married a wife. 77. C. When the fnow is on the ground. [Modern.] ""■78. a. Here's A. B. C. [N. p. 70; altered in 1833.] * b. There was an old man, And he had a calf. [N. p. 22. J *79. C. Is Mafter Smith within.? [N. p. 31,] *8o. a. A logical fong, or, the conjurer's reafon for not getting money. [N. p. 68.] b. An Indian giant's fifliing tackle. 47. 81. C. Bonny lafs, bonny lafs, will you be mine ? 81. 62. a. Mary, Mary, quite contrary. 20. b. I'll tell you a ftory. About Mother Morey. c. Thirty days hath September. 84. *83. C. a. One, two, three, four, five. [N. p. 46.] 88. b. Milkman, milkman, where have you been. a. When the twifter a twifting will twift him a twine. b. Cock a doodle doo. My dame has loft her fhoe. [N. P- 34-] C. As I was going to fell my eggs. Cut '^B." a. I had a little hobby-horfe, And it was dapple-gray. b. Go to bed, Tom. c. There were two black birds fitting on a hill. [N. p. 65.] C. a. Little Robin Redbreaft fat upon a tree. b. Blefs you, blefs you, Burny bee, Say, when will your wedding be ? [4 lines.] a. TafFy was a Welchman. b. One mifty, moifty morning. c. Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang } 84. 84. * 42. 85. 86. 87. 95- 91. 6. * 88. 56. 89. 21. 53- Preface. 23 1833 1824 Contents, etc. — Continued. edition, edition. ' Page. Page. 6. 90. C. a. The man in the wildernefs afked me. 80. b. See-faw, Jack-a-daw. 71. 91. C. Pibroch of Donnell Dhu. 92. Continued. 93. a. do. 42. b. Old Miftrcfs M'Shuttle. 80. c. Rock-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green. 89. *94. C. a. There was an old woman, She fold puddings and pies. [N. p. 62.] 66. b. Charley loves good cake and ale. 92. 95. C. Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going .? 75. *96. C. a. Hickory, dickory, dock. [N. p. 73.] II. b. When I was a little boy, I waftied my mammy's difhes. 87. *97. C. See, faw, Margery Daw. [N. p. 27.] *98. a. When I was a little boy, I had but little wit. [N. p. 50.] 85. b. As I was going to St. Ives. 20. 99. C. Sweep, fweep, chimney fweep. 67. 103. C. a. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater. 86. * b. Crofs patch draw the latch. 69. 101. C. Goofey, goofey, gander. 58. 102. C a. Ride a cock-horfe to Banbury crofs. To buy little Johnny a galloping horse. b, " One-erzol, zu-erzol, zig-erzol zan, Bob-tail, vinegar, little tall Tan, Harum, fcarum. Virgin Marum, blindfold." 82. 103. C. When I was a little boy my mother kept me in, 16. 103. We will go to the wood, fays Richard to Robin. 104. Continued. [The pagination wrong in this form.] 48. 106. London Bridge is broken down. 107. do. 108. a. do. 34. b. Hey, ding-a-ding, what fhall I fing .? 78. 109. C. a. Handy-fpandy, Jacky Dandy. 65. b. I had a little doll, the prettieft ever feen. no. a. Fee, fau, foe, fum. [See p. 70.] 68. * b. Jack and Jill went up the hill. [N. p. 37.] 24 1833 1824 edition, edition, Page. Page. 20. 63. III. C *II2. »i3- 114. 8. 115. c 64. * Preface. Contents, etc. — Continued. c. Nofe, nofe, jolly red nofe. Up in a green orchard there is a green tree. There was a little man, and he wooed a little maid, do. do. (Altered.) [N. p. 11.] a. Snail, fnail, come out of your hole. b. " See, faw, facradown, facradown. Which is the way to Bofton town ? One foot up the other foot down, That is the way to Bolton town. Bofton town's chang'd into a city, But I've no time to change my ditty." [N. p. 29.] 52. 116. a. Little lad, little lad, where waft thou born ? 89. b. A cow and a calf. 61. * c. There was an old man in a velvet coat. [N. p. 35.] 40. 117. a. Dear fenfibility, O la ! 36. b. Daffy down dilly is new come to town. 67. 118. a. John O'Gudgeon was a wild man. 91. h. Little Jack Nory, told me a ftory. 118, c. One-ery, you-ery, ekery, haven. Hollow-bone, tollow bone, ten or eleven. Spin, fpun, muft be done, Hollow-bone, toUow-bone, twenty-one." Jemima Goose. In 1833 i^unroe & Francis iffued a new edition, for which they fecured copyright. As will be feen by the table of contents juft given, nearly all the rhymes of the firft iffue were retained in this, but the order was entirely altered. The additions are very few and trifling, except the following three : " 'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young." *' As I was going to Derby, upon a market day." "When good King Arthur ruled the land." Preface. 25 The title is as follows, the covers bearing a cut of a woman with agoofe's head, etc. : MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. The only Pufe Edition. ALL THAT HAVE EVE ft COME TO LIGHT OP ,HEE MBMORABX.E WRITINGS, TftOrrHEK WITH THOSE WHICH HAVB BEiJ* DISCOVERED AMONG THB'MSS. OF HERCULANEUM: LIKtWIJB B7KRT ONB RCCEITTLV FOnMD IN THE SAME STONB BOX WHICH BOLD TBB OOLOEM PLATES OF THE BOOR OF MOEKOS. THE WHOLE COMPARED, REVISED, AND SANCTIONED, BT one or THE ANNOTATORS OF THE GOOSE FAMILY. WITH MANT NEW ENaHAVINOS. Entered, tecorHini; to Act of Congress, in the year 1833, by Mcimoi Sc Prarcu, j (a the C)erb'« office, of the Dtstoct Coart of MaafacbuMtta. j jlrtn^nrkjnlilSnatnti: C. S. FRANCIS AND COMPANY. Ninety-fix pages, beginning on p. 3. Page i is title, p. 2 is an addrefs 26 Preface. to the readers. The pages are 3!^ in. wide by 4.^ in. high, and have a ruled border. The laft page is here given m fac-fimile : GOOSE'S QUARTO WITH SEVENTY ENGRAVINGS. 96 ADVERTISEMENT. My young friends, when yon have read the Verses in this Booi[, I recommend that you purchase my new volume of raiHEI, MYiES h JIIILES, WmOH CONTAHTS THE BZMAtinnft OV BESIDES SOME NEW STORIES, SUCH AS FOLLOW :— * THE KID THAT WOITLDN'T GO.* * HITTERY TITTERY, WHO WENT UP CHIMNEY.* * THE DEATH OP LITTLE JENNY WREN, AND WHAT THE DOCTORS SAID ABOUT HER.' * THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT/ &C. &C. &C. Illustrated with new and beautiful Pictures, Although I have not feen this book, I prefume that it was printed, and may yet be found. In i860 a new copyright was obtained by James Miller, 647 Broadway, New York, fuccefTor to C. I. Francis ^ Co., but the changes are not very great from the Bofton edition. I believe that this particular edition is no longer in print, and the rival Preface. 27 ifTues of McLoughlin Bros., of New York, and others, feem to hold the market. A friend in Bofton, poflefles a copy, given him in 1843, °^ ^ different colledlion. It is entitled, " Mother Goofe's Quarto, or, Nurfery Melodies, embelliflied with two hundred engravings. New York : Publiftied by Edward Dunigan, 151 Fulton Street." No date, 94 pages, not numbered. Among curiofities I would clafs an edition copyrighted in 1848, by George S. Appleton, of Philadelphia, ftyled " Mother Goofe in Hieroglyph- ics;" and one iffued by George Routledge & Sons, New York, illuftrated by Kate Greenway, *'as originally engraved and printed by Edmund Evans." What this laft phrafe means I do not know. Englifli publifhers, alfo, now fend forth enormous editions, and this little book feems to promife to reach wherever babies are taught the Englifh lan- guage. As to the merits of Newbery's collection, little need be faid. Moft of the rhymes thus brought together are ftill in vogue; two or three are coarfe or trivial, and are unworthy of continuance. In Ritfon I find many added which are now favorites, and Halliwell has a few. It has been abundantly pointed out, efpecially by Halliwell, that fome of thefe rhymes were in ufe in Shakefpeare's time and even earlier. "The Queen of Hearts, fhe made fome tarts," four long ftanzas, is quoted in Notes and ^eries^ 3d S., viii, 133, from the European Magazine^ 1782, vol. i, p. 252. Again in Notes and ^eries, 5th S., v, 366, Dr. Rim- bault writes : "In a fong entitled *The London Medley,' printed in The Aviary^ 1744? the following are quoted: ' Colly, my cow.' 'Tom Farthing.' ' Old Obadiah fings Ave Maria.' 'Sing, lullaby, baby, on the tree top.' 'An old woman and her cat fat by the fire.' ' There was an old woman fold puddings and pies.' " In "The Faftiionable Lady, or, Harlequin's Opera," 1730, mention is made of "London bridge is broken down;" and in "The Grub Street Opera," 1731, the finale is dire£led to be fung to the tune of "Little Jack Horner." 28 Preface. In Notes and ^eries, 4th S., vii, 386, it is ftated that in Grajion's Chroni- cle^ dated 1570, is the following: " Thirty days hath November, April, June and September, February hath twenty-eight alone And all the rest have thirty-one." In Winder's Almanac for 1636, printed at Cambridge, is this verfion: " April, June and September Thirty days have, as November ; Each month else doth never vary From thirty-one save February, Which twenty-eight doth still confine Save on leap-year, then twenty-nine." This rhyme, although not to be found in Mother Goofe, is fo univerfally taught to children, that I hope its introdu£tIon here is excufable. As to what fliould conftitute a ftandard edition of Mother Goofe, I ven- ture to make a clofing suggeftion. Corruptions of the text have crept into many of the late editions, and mod- ern imitations have been foifted in too often. It is to be hoped that hereafter thefe objectionable features will difappear, and that future generations of babies will be carefully foothed only by fuch verfes as have been duly ap- proved by their predeceflbrs, and handed down, not fimply by oral tranfmis- fion, but by the fafeguard of an immaculate text. As a contribution to this end, I would fuggeft that the ftandard text fhould confift of Newbery's book (omitting the rhymes on pp. 11-14, 15, 16, 62 and 68), and fuch additions from Ritfon and Halliwell as bear internal evidence of antiquity, and are true ''Nurfery Rhymes." Many of thofe which are wanting in Newbery's firft colieition, have fince been added, and have become fo endeared to later generations, that their omiflion would be unjuftifiable. But for the nurfery ufe, a wife difcrimination fhould be ftiown, and many rhymes rejected which are old, indeed, but unfuitable. That fuch a text may be prepared, and that this attempt to trace the lite- rary hiftory of a moft remarkable volume, may be of fervice therefor, is the fincere wifh of the present editor. W. H. W. Boston, Sept. 6th, 1890. PREFACE. By a very Great Writer of very Littie Books. 'UCH might be faid in favour of this colleclion, but as we have no room for critical difquifitions we (hall only obferve to our readers, that the cuftom of fingingtheferongs and lullabies to children is of great antiquity : It is even as old as the time of the ancient Druids. Cliarac tatus, King of the Britons, was rocK.- ed in his Cradle in the lile of Mona, now called /inglefea^ and tuned to fleep by Tome of ihefe foporiferous fonnets. As the beft things howev. er, may be made an ill uic of, fo ibis kind of compofitions has been em- ployed in a fatirical manner of which we havea rcmaxkablc instance fo ftr back as the reign of king Hen- ry Jhe fifth. When that great monarch i* R £ F A C ^. _ tr ■■^3z PREFACE. vil turned his arms agaiiift. JViinrr, he compofed the preceding march to lead his troops to Battle, well know- ing that mufick had often the power of Infpiring courage, efpecially in theminds of good men. Of this his cndmiestook advantage, and. as our happy nation, even at that time, was never without a faftion, fame of the malcontents adopted the following words to the king's own march, in order to ridicule his majefty, and to fheW the folly and impoflibility of his undertaking. There waj an oil woman tofs''d in a blanket. Seventeen times as high as ;he nsoon j But where fhe ^as £oirg nc mortal could tell. For under l-erarrri ihe firtiec a hroom. Old wonvao, old wdrnan, old womai;, feidl Whtiher, ah whither, «h whither fo' hii;!) ? To rWeep the cc)"6wel>s froih the /ky. And rUiwivitli/dttby and by. Kcre viii PREFACE. Here the king is reprefented as an, old woman, engaged in a purfuit the moft abfurd and extravagant imagin- able ; but when he had routed the whole French army at the battle of Jlgincourt^ taking their king ahd the ilower of their nobility prifoncrs, and with ten thoufand men only jTjadc himfclf mafter of their king- dom ; the very men who had ridi- culed him before, began to think nothing was too arduous for him to furmount, they therefore cancelled the former fonnct, which they were now afhamed of, and fubftitutedthis jn its ftead, which you will pleafe to obferve goes to the fume tunc. So vaftis the pr iweft of Harry the Grear« He'll pluck a-Ha-rfrom the pale fac'rc in the Kitchen, Or the little God of Love turtv the Sjpit; Spit, Spit ? V. Then the little man he fighM, And, fome fay, a little cry'd, For his little Heart was big wuk Sorrow, Sorrow, Sorrow j As I am your little Slave, If the little that I have Be too little, little, we will borrow, borrow, borrow. He who borrows is anothcir Man's Slave, and pawns his Honour, his Liber- ty, and fometimes his Nofe for the pay- ment. Learo to Uvc on a little, and be independent. P«tck on Prudence. VI. Then 14 Mother GOOSE's Melody. VI. Then the little Man fo gent, Made the Utile Maid relent, An\nd fpilt the Water, And huffed my Mother, Aud chid herX)aughter, And kifs'd my^Slfter inflead of mc* What a SucccfTion of misfortunes befcl tlii? poor Girl ! But the laft Cjrcumlhnce was the Mod affefting, and mfght have'provcd fatal. fViri/lou's View of Bath. t t ft t Mother GOOSE-'s Melody. 19 CROSS Patch draw the Latch, Set by the Fire and ipin ; TaTce a cup and drink it tip, Then call your Neighbours in, A common Cafe this, to call in onr Nei;;h- bours to rejoice when all the good Liquor :s gpnc. i'tinj. Amp.hiqm's 20- Mother GOOSE's Melody. Aiivuickii's SONG of EvT.y Vict, IWONllberoy Father's Jack, I. wd^*lbe mv Father's Gill', X will be tKe Fiddler's Wife, And have Mufick when 1 will. T'ath^i tit't Je tunc, T*otTter little Tune, Prithee, Love, play me T'other little Tune. Ma«w.* There arts re th? mod valuable fwhieh are of thcgrea.cil ufe. ^^j. „„ —6 / /) Mother COOSE^s Melody, at ?3 ^HREEwife Men of Gotham ^ They went to Sea in a Bowl» Ami if the Bowl had been fttonger My Song had been lotigeir. It is long enough. N^ever laSMOt tie toCa of what it not wo»h h&ving. Sejlt'- THERE 32 Mother GOOSE's Melody. TBlSRE was an old Man, And he had a Calf, And that's Half ; He fook h'lBi out of the Stall, And put him on the Wall, 4ind that's all. Maxim, Thofe who are given to tell alt th«y know generally tell more thabi they know THERE Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 23 THhRE Wub ati 01.. vv ouian Liv'd under a Hill, She put a fnoufe in a Ba^ And fent it to Mill : The Miller did fwcar By the point of his Knife, He never took Toll Of a Moufe in his Life. The only Inftance of 3" MflleY teTufing Toll, snd for which the Cat has jvft CaufV of Com- plaint r^aitvft bim; Ceh \ipoTiXi(tle'oti. 24 Mother GOOSE's Melody. THERE was an old Woman Liv'd under a HilU And if Ihe isn't gone She lives there ftill. This is a Tclf evident Propofition, which ?i the very EHence of Truth She lived tinier the Hill, and if/he is ret gortejhr itvei there fiill. Nobody will ti'refutne to conuadift this. ' Crauja. PLATO'S ^ } Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 25 PLATO'S SONG. DING dong Bell, The Cat is in the Well. Who put her in ? Little Johnny Green. What a naughty Boy was that. To drojvn Poor Puffy Cat, Who never did any Harm, And kill'd the Mice ia his Father's Barn, Maxim. iTe thfft injures one t^reatn ens an Hundred, LITTLE. s6 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. LITTLE Tom Txuker Sings for his Supper j What (Hall he eat ? White Bread and Butter : How will he cut it, Without e're a Knife ? How will he be marriedj Without e^er a Wife ? To be married without a wife i? a terrible Thing, and to be married with a bad Wife is fcmctlniig^wotfes .Howeyer, % gopd WUe that fings well iitke 'ieit aufical lajftjiumfnt «p th« Mother GOOSE's Melody. ^^ SE faw, Margery Daw, Jacky fhall have a new Mailer ; jfacky muft have but a Penny a Day, Becaufe he can work no fafter. It !6a me&n and fcandalous Practice in Au- thors to put Notes to Things that defervc no ^]ouce. Grotius, CHEAT 28 Mother GOOSE'S Melody* GREAT Ar little, a, Bbuncing B ; The Cat's in the Cupboard, And (he can't fee. . Ye» (he can fee that yott arc qaugHtXr ^^^ 4Q%'t mind yourJBook. "" S£ Mother GOOSE'S Mclodjr. 29 SE faw, facaradowti. Which is the Wzy to .Bojlori I'own ? One Foot up the other Foot down. That is the Way to Bqfiori TbWn. Or to any other Town upon the Face of the £aith* SHOE Mother GOOSE'S MeIod>r. 3s IS J^ohn Smith within ? Yes, that he is. Can he fet a Shoe ? Aye, marry two. Here a Nail, and there a Nail, Tick, tack, too. Maxim. Krtowled^e i» ^ Trealgre, but Prjftice is the Key to it. HIGH 30 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. SHOE the Colt, Shoe the Colt, Shoe the wild Mare j Here a nail, There a Nail, Yet fhe goes bare. Ay, ay, drive ^he Nail when it will go : That's the Way of ihe World, and is ilie Method pUrfoed by all our Financisis^ Poli- ticians, and Necromancers. IS 32 Mother GOOSE'S Melody, HIGH diddle, diddle. The Cat and the Fiddle, The Cow jump'd over the Moon ; The little Dog laugh'd To fee fuch Craft, And the Difh ran away with the Spoon. It xnuft be a little Dog that laugh'd, for a great Dog would be afhwncd to laugh at fuch Nonfenfe, RIDE Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 33 IDE a Cock Horfe To Banbury Crofs, To fee what Tommy can buy ; A Penny white Loaf, A penny white Cake, And a Two penny Apple Pye. There's a good Boy, eat up your Pye and hold your Tongue ; for Silence is ihe Ggn o£ Wjfdora, COCK 34 Mother GOOSE'« Melody. COCK a doodle doo» My Dame has loft her Shoe ; My Maaefs loft his Fiddle Stick, And knovs not what to do. The Cock crows us up early in the Morn- ing, ih-t we fray work for Our Bread, and not live upf'n Cbau>y or upon Troft } /*' ^* ivho lives iifon Charity f^aU bt often affronted^ end 6a that Hvtt H/en Tryjijhallfaj double^. THERE Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 35 THERE was an old Man In a Velvet Coat^ He kifs'd a Maid And gave her a Groat ; The Groat it was crackt, And would not go, Ah, old Man, d'you ferve me fo? Maxim, If the Coat be ever fo fine that a Fool wears, it is Hill but a fool's Coat. ROUND 36 Mother GOOSE's Melody. L^l ^^^P X' — '' z^ _-,_:,^ 31 Bkiiii iiiiiiilillll OUND about, round about, Magotty Pye ; My Father loves good Ale, And fodo I. Maxim, Evil Company makes the Good bad aad cbe Bad worfc. JACK Mother GOOSE's Melody. 37 'TACK and Gill J Went up the Hill, To fetch a Pail of Water ; Jack fell down And broke his Crown, And Gill came tumbling after, Maxim* The more you think of dyings the bettc< you will live, Aristotle's 38 Mother GOOSE's Melody. Aristotle's STORY. THERE were two JSirds fat on & Stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de ; [one. One flew away, and then there was Fa, la, la, la, lal, de ; The other flew after, And then there was none. Fa, la, la, la, lal, de ; And fo the poor Stone Was loft all alone. Fa, la, la, la, lal, de. VcisTRSfi^rve i\ ^ Chapter of Coafrquence Jn tlte next new Book of Logick. Mother GOOSE's Melody. 39 HUSH a by Baby On the Tree Top, When the Wind blows The Cradle will rock When the Bough breaks The Cradle will fall, Down tumbles baby, Cradle and all. This may ferve ax a Warning to tfic Proud «nd Ambitious, who climb fo high that the/ generally fall at laft. Cootect turns all it touches into Gold. LITTLE 40 Mother GOOSE's Melody. LITTLE Jack Horner Sat in a Corner, Eating of Chrijimas Pye ; He put in his Thumb, And puird out a PJumb, And what a good Boy was I, yack was a Bov of excellent Taftc, as fhould appear by his pulling out a Plumb ; it is there- fore fiippolcd that his Father apprenticed him to a Mince Pye maker, that he might improve his Taftc from Year to Year ; no one flahding in fo much Need of good Tafle as a Pailry Couk, Ben ley on the Sublime and Beautiful. PEASE' Mother .GOOSE'S Melody. 41 PEASE Porridge jiot, Peafe Porridge cold, Peafe Porridge in the Pot Nine Days old. Spell me that in four Letters ? 1 will. That. Maxim. The poor are feWomer Cck for Want of Food, than the Rich are by the £xcefs of it. WHO 42 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 'IIO comes here ? A Grenadier. What dc you want ? A Pot of Beer. Where is your Money ? I've forgot. Get you gone You drunken Sot. Maxim, Intemperance is attended with Difcafcs, and Idlcnel's with Poverty. JACK Mother GOOSE's Melody. 43 JACK Sprat J Could eat no Fat, His Wife could eat no Lean j And fo, betwixt them both. They lick'd the Platter clean. Ma xim. Better go to Bed fuppcrlefs, than rife m Debt. WHAT 44 Mother GOOSE's Melody. 'HAT Care I how black I be, Twenty Pounds will mar- ry me ; If Twenty won't, Forty Ihall, X am my Mother's bouncing Girl. Maxim, If we do not flatter ourfelves, the Flattery of others would have aoefTefl* TELL —7 Mother GOOSE'S Melody, 45 'T^ELL Tale Tit, -*• Your Tongue fliall be flit. And all the Dogs in our Towa Shall have a Bit. Maxim. Point not at the Faults of others with a foul Finger. ONE. 4.6 Mother GOOSE'S Melody, ONE, tv/o, three. Four and Pive, I caught a Hate alive ; Six, feven, ei]ght. Nine and ten, I let him go again. Maxim, We may be as good as we pteale, if we pleafe to be good. Mother GOOSE'S Melod^r. 47 A DOLEFUL DITTY. I. q-»HREE Children Aiding on the I- Upon a Summer's Day, £Ice As it fell out they all fell in, The reft they ran away. Oh ! had thefe Children been at School, Or Aiding on dry Ground, Ten Thoufand Pounds to one Pcn- They had not then been drown'dL IIL 48 Mother GOOSE's Melody. in. Ye Parents who have children dear, And eke ye that have none. If you would keep them fafe abroad Pray keep them all at home. There is fomething fo melancholy in this Song, that it has occafioned many People to make Water. It is almoft as diuretick as the Tune which John the Coachman whiftles to bis Horfcs. TTumpington'i Travel*. FATTY ¥ Mother GOOSE'S melody. 49 PATTY Cake, Patty Cake, Baker's Man ; That I will Mailer, As fafl as I can ; Prick it and prick it. And mark it with a T, And there will be enough For Jfackty and me. MaxtiHf The fureft Way to gain oui Ends is to mod- crate our t)crircs. ..,,,^», D WHEN 50 Mother GOOSE's Melody. WHEN I was a little Bov 1 had but liulc Wit', »Tis a long Time ago. And I have no more yet j Nor ever, ever fball. Until that I die, For the longer I live, The more Fool am I. Maxim. He t^jtwjll be his own M^r»ha» oJtcna tooUoih^s Scholar. ^^^^ ^fother GOOSE'S Melody; si WHEN I was a little Boy I liv'd bv myfelf, And all the Bread And Cheefe I got I laid upon the Shelf ; The Rats and the Mice They made fuch a Strife, That I was forc'd to go to Town And buy me a Wife. ir. The Streets were fo broad, The Lanes were fo narrow, I was 5a Mother GOOSE'S Meloay. r was forc'd to bring my Wife home In a Wheelbarrow ; The Wheelbarrow broke ; And my Wife had a Fall. Farcwel Wheelbarrow, Wife and all. Frovide agaioil the woift, and hope for the heft. snr —8 ^\ Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 55 MY Kitten a Kitten, And oh ! my Kitten, my Dea- Such a fweet Pap as this fry, There is not far nor neary ; There we go up, up, Up, Here we go down, down, down, Here we go backwards and forwards. And here we go round, round^ round. MaxiMt>\ , Idlencfft hath no Advocate, but maay Frieods. THIS 54 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. npHIS Pfg went to Market, ^ That Pig (laid at Home ; This Pig had roaft Meat, That Pig had none y This Pig went to the Barn door. And cry'd Week, Week, for more* Maxim. If we do not govern our Paflions our Paf- ftont will govern us^ ALEX. Mother GOOSE's Melody. 5S ALEXANDER'S SONG. 'T'HERE was a Man of Thejfaiy^ '*' And he was wond'rous wife. He jump'd into a Quick fct Hedge, And fcratch'd out both his Eyest And when he faw his Eyes were out^ With all his Might and Main, He jump'd into another Hedge, And fcratch'd them in again* HOW 56 Mother GOOSE's Melody. How happy it was for the Man to fcratcli his Eyes in again, when they were fcratch'd out ! But he wai a Blockhead, or he would have kept himfelf out of the Hedge, and not been i'cratch'd at all. lyifcvran's new Way to Wifdom. 4t * * « * • • * * ALONG i^-y Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 57 ALONG tail'd Pig, or a fliort tail'd Pig, Or a Pig without any Tail i A Sow Pig, or a Boar Pig, Or a Pig with a curling Tail. Take hold of the Tail and cat off his Head ; And then you'll be fure the Pig ho^ is dead. CJESAR.'f 58 MotheT GOOSE'S Melody, CiESAR's SONG. BOW, wow, wow, Whofe Dog art thou ? Little Tflwi Tinker's Dog, Bow, wow, wow. Tom TinktT*i Dog is a very good Dog, and iaa hoaeilec £).eg tfaab his^aftetk BAH, MbtTiclr GOOSE'S McTodjr. 59 60 Mother GOOSE's Melody, BAH, bah, black Slieep, Have you any Wool ? Yes, marry have I, Three Bags full ; One for my mailer, One for my Dame, But none for the little Boy Who criei in the Lane. Maxim, Bad Habita axeea^er conquered Toclay than TomoRow* RORW •DO BIN and Richard Were two pretty Men, They lay in Bed 'Till the Clock ftruck Ten Then up ftarts Robin And looks at the Iky, Oh 1 Brother Richard, The Sun's very high ; You go before With the Bottle and Bag, And I will come after On little 7acA Nag, What 4^ Mother GOOSE's Melody. 6t What lazy Rogues were thcfe to lie in Bed fo long, I dare fay they have bo Clothes to their Backs ; for Lamneft cUtbe: a Man with Ragt. • « « ««• THERE 6Z MotHer GOOSE'S Mdody*. THERE was' ail old Woman, And fhe fold Puddings and She went to the Mill [Pies, And the Duft flew into her Eyes : Hot Pics And cold Pies to fell^ Wherever fhe goes You may follow her by the Smell. Maxim^ tithcT fay riothing of the Abfent, or fpeak )ikeft Fiiend. THE Mother GOOSE'S Melody. ^2 64 Mother GOOSE's Melody. |i^iqffi|S|iH»iiiiii Jii 1 B 1 ^ ^d THE Sow came in with. a Saddle, The little Pig rock'd the Cradle, The Difhjump'datopof the Table, To fee the Pot walh the Ladle ; The Spit that flood behind a Bench Call'd the Difhclbut dirty Wench ; Ods plut, fays the Gridiron, Can't ye agree, I'm the Head Conflable, Bring 'cm to me. Note, If he a£ts as Cbnftable in this Care, tbc Cook muft furely be the Juftlce of Peace. WE'RE WE'RE three Brethren out of Spain Come to court your Daughter Jant : My Daughter Janeihe is too young. She has no fkill in a . flattering Tongue, Be fhe young, or be fhe old. It's for her Gold fhe miifl be fold ; So fare you well, my Lady gay. We muft return another Day. Maxim. Riches fervc a wife Man, and gov- THERE Mother GOOSE'S MeJom?i'sNofe looks red and raw : When roafted Crabs hifs in the Bowl, Then nightly fings the ftaring Owl, Tu-whit ! To-whoo ! A merry Note, While greafy jfoan doth keel the Pot. TELL Mother GOOSE's Melody. 83 nPELL mc where is Fancy bre«3^ *■ Or in the Hearty or in the Head? How begot, how nourifiied ? Reply, reply. It isengender'd in the Eyes, With gazing fed, and Fan-cy dies In the Cradle where it lies ; Let us all ring Fancy's knell. Ding, dong. Bell ; Ding, dong, Bell. UN- 84 Kotner GOOSE's Melody. UNDER the greenwood Tree, Who loves to lie with me. And tune his merry No.e, Unto the fweet Bird's Throat : Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here fball he fee No Enemy, But Winter and rough Weather. WHO •10 A Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 85 'X'XTHO doth Aabition fliun, V V And loves to lie i' th* Sun Seeking the Tood he eats, And pleas'd with what he gets ; Come hither, come hither, come hither , Here fhall he fee No Enemy, But Winter and rough Weather, If it do come to pafs, That any Man turn Afs ; Leaving his Wealth and Eafe, A ftubborn Will to pleafe, "Due ad me, due ad me, due ad me ; Here fhall he fee Grofs Fools, And many fuch there be*. BLOW 86 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. "D L W, blow, thou Winter 11 Wind, Thou art not fo unkind As Man's Ingratitude ; Thy Tooth is not fo keen, Becaufe thou art not feen, Altho' thy Breath be rude. Heigh ho ! fing, heigh ho i untothfi green Holly ; Moft Friendfhip is feigning ; mott loving mere folly. Then heigh ho, the Holly ! This Life is mofl jolly. Freeze, freeze, thou bitter fky, That dofl not bite fo nigh. As Benefits forgot : Tho' thou the Waters warp, Thy Sting is not fo fharp As Friend remember'd not, Beish hoi iing, &c. * MIS. Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 87 f^ MISTRESS mine, where are V^ you running ? ftay you here, your true Love's coming, That can fmg both high and low. Trip no farther, pretty Svveeting, Journeys end in Lovers meeting, Every wife Man's Son doih know. What i^ Love ? 'tis not hereafter : Prefent Mirth hath prefent Laugh- ter. What's to come, isftill unfure : In Decay there lies no Plenty ; Then come kifs me, fweet, and twenty, Youth's a Stuff will not endure. WHAT 88 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. "fX THAT fhall he have that kill'd VV the Deer ? His leather fkin and horns to wear; Then fing him home : — take thou no Scorn To wear the Horn, the Horn, the Horn : It was a Crefl ere thou wafl born. Thy Father's Father wore it, And thy Father bore it. The Horn, the Horn, the lufty Horn, It not a Thing to laugh to fcorn. WHEN Mother GOOSE'S melody. 89 'HEN DafFodils begin to 'pear, With, heigh ! the Doxy over the Dale ; Why then comes in the fweet o'th* Year, Fore the red Blood rains in the winter Pail, The white Sheet bleaching on the Hedge, With heigh ! the fweet Birds, O how they fing ! Doth, fet my progging Tooth an edge: For a Quart of Ale is a difh for a King. The Lark, that tira lyra chants. With, hey ! with hey I the Thrufli and the Jay : Are 90 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. Are fummer Songs for tne and my AuntSj "While we lay tumbling in the Hay. JOB Mother GOOSE's Melody; 91 JOG on, jog on, the foot path Way,, And merrily mend the Style a, A merry Heart goes all the Day, Your fad tires in a Mile a. ORPHEUS 94 Mother GOOSE'S Melody. ORPHEUS with his Lute made Trees, And the -Mountain Tops that freeze. Bow themfelvcs when he did fing ; To his Mufick, Plants and Flowers Ever rofe, as Sun and Showers There had made a lafting Spring. Ev'ry Thing that heard him play, Ev*n the Bellows of the Sea, Hung their Heads, and then lay by. In (wect Mufick is fuch Art, Killing Care, and Grief of Heart, Tall afleep or hearing die. HARK. 5\ Mother GOOSE'S Melody. 93 TTARK, hark ! the Lark at XJ. Heav'n's Gate fmgs. And Pk(zbus 'gin3 arife. His Steeds to water at thofc Springs On chalic'd Flowers that lies, And winking May buds begin To ope their golden Eyes, With every thing that's pretty My Lady fweet, arife j [been j Arife, arife. THB 94 Mother GOOSE's Melody, ' 1 'HE poor Soul fat fingmg by a -*- Sycamore tree, Her Hand on her Bofom, her Head on her Knee, The frefh Streams ran by her, and murmur'd her Moans, Her fait Tears fell from her, and foften'd the Stones ; Sing, all a green Willow muft be my Garland, Let nobody blame him, his Scorn I approve, I call'd my Love, falfe Love ; but what faid he then ? If I court more Woitlen you'll think of more Men, ;f J N I s. B K S/or the InJhuSllon and Amufe- ment oJCbiUren, 'which luill make them nuije and happy y printed and feld by I , Thomas, in Worcefter, Majj'achujetts^ near the Court Hoiife. '■I "HE BROTHER'S GIFT ; or the JL naughty Girl reformed, Publifli- ed for the Advantage of the rifing Ge- neration. The SISTER'S GIFT ; or the naughty Boy reformed. The FATHER'S GIFT ; or the Way to be wife and happy. The MOTHER'S GIFT ; or a Prefent for all little Chiidj"en who wifh to be good. Mother GOOSE's MELODY ; or Son- nets for the Cradle. In two Parts, Part ill, contains the moft celebrated Songs and Lullabies of the old Britifii Nnrles, calculated to amufe Children and to excite them to Sleep. Part 2d, thofe of that fweet Songfierand Nurfe of Wit and Humour, Mafler William Shakefpeare. EmbellKhed with Cuts, and illuftiated with Notes and Maxims, Hiftorical, Philofophical, and Cntiral. BOOKS Sold by I. THOMAS. Lttle ROBIN RED BREAST ; a Col- leftion of pretty Songs, for Children, entirely new. The Hiftory of little GOODY TWO SHOES ; otherwife called Mrs. Mar- CERY Two Shoes— With the means by which (he acquired her Learning and Wifdom, and in confequence there- of her Effate. TOM THUMB'S EXHIBITION ; be- ing an account of many valuable and furprifing Curiofities which he has col- letted in the Courfeof his Travels, for ihe Inftruftion and Amufement of the American Youth. The FAIRING : Or, a golden Toy for Children of all Sizes and Denomina- tions. In yAdch they may fee all the Fun of the Fair, AndatHome be as happy as if they were there. The SUGAR PLUMB ; or Sweet A- mufement for Leifure Hours : Being an Entertaining and inftruftive Collec- tioi\ of Stories. Embelliihed with cu- Xious Cuts. {IjVi