The Real Mother Goose eBook

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

    Bat, bat,
    Come under my hat,
And I’ll give you a slice of bacon;
    And when I bake
    I’ll give you a cake
If I am not mistaken.

HARK!  HARK!

Hark, hark! the dogs do bark! 
  Beggars are coming to town: 
Some in jags, and some in rags,
  And some in velvet gown.

THE HART

The hart he loves the high wood,
  The hare she loves the hill;
The Knight he loves his bright sword,
  The Lady—­loves her will.

MY LOVE

Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market? 
  A peck of meal upon her back,
  A babby in her basket;
Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?

THE MAN OF BOMBAY

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.

POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!

Poor old Robinson Crusoe! 
Poor old Robinson Crusoe! 
   They made him a coat
   Of an old Nanny goat. 
I wonder why they should do so! 
   With a ring-a-ting-tang,
   And a ring-a-ting-tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

A SIEVE

A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
A hundred eyes and never a nose!

MY MAID MARY

My maid Mary she minds the dairy,
  While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning wheel,
  While I am singing and mowing my corn.

A DIFFICULT RHYME

What is the rhyme for porringer? 
The king he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her.

PRETTY JOHN WATTS

  Pretty John Watts,
  We are troubled with rats. 
Will you drive them out of the house? 
  We have mice, too, in plenty,
  That feast in the pantry,
  But let them stay
  And nibble away,
What harm in a little brown mouse?

GOOD ADVICE

Come when you’re called,
  Do what you’re bid,
Shut the door after you,
  And never be chid.

I LOVE SIXPENCE

I love sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,
  I love sixpence as my life;
I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,
  I took a penny home to my wife.

Oh, my little fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence,
  I love fourpence as my life;
I spent twopence of it, I spent twopence of it,
  And I took twopence home to my wife.

BYE, BABY BUNTING

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