The Real Mother Goose eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 48 pages of information about The Real Mother Goose.

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell;
The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell!

A COUNTING-OUT RHYME

Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,
Alabone, Crackabone, 10 and 11,
Spin, spun, muskidun,
Twiddle ’em, twaddle ’em, 21.

JACK AND HIS FIDDLE

“Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle,
  If ever thou mean to thrive.” 
“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle
  To any man alive.

“If I should give my fiddle,
  They’ll think that I’ve gone mad;
For many a joyous day
  My fiddle and I have had.”

BUTTONS

  Buttons, a farthing a pair! 
Come, who will buy them of me? 
They’re round and sound and pretty,
And fit for girls of the city. 
Come, who will buy them of me? 
  Buttons, a farthing a pair!

HOT BOILED BEANS

Ladies and gentlemen come to supper—­
Hot boiled beans and very good butter.

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.

SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE

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?

The king was in his counting-house,
   Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
   Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,
   Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
   And snapped off her nose.

TOMMY TITTLEMOUSE

Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men’s ditches.

THE DERBY RAM

As I was going to Derby all on a market-day,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;
  Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay;
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay. 
This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more;
  No more, no more, no more;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more. 
The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,
As I’ve been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. 
  The sky, the sky, the sky;
As I’ve been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. 
The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell;
  The bell, the bell, the bell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.

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