The Real Mother Goose eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 67 pages of information about The Real Mother Goose.
There was an old woman of Harrow
There was an old woman of Leeds
There was an old woman sat spinning
There was an old woman tossed in a basket
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
There was a piper had a cow
There were once two cats of Kilkenny
There were two birds sat on a stone
The two gray kits
Thirty days hath September
Thirty white horses upon a red hill
This is the house that Jack built
This is the way the ladies ride
This little pig went to market
Three blind mice!  See how they run! 
Three children sliding on the ice
Three straws on a staff
Three wise men of Gotham
“To bed!  To bed”
To make your candles last for aye
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig
Tommy’s tears and Mary’s fears
Tom, Tom, the piper’s son
Trip upon trenchers
’Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young
Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
Twelve pairs hanging high

Up at Piccadilly, oh!

Wee Willie Winkle runs through the town
What are little boys made of, made of? 
“What is the news of the day”
What is the rhyme for porringer? 
When I was a bachelor
When I was a little girl, about seven years old
When little Fred went to bed
“Where are you going, my pretty maid?”
“Whistle, daughter, whistle”
Who killed Cock Robin? 
“Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?”
Willy, Willy Wilkin

Young Roger came tapping at Dolly’s window
“You owe me five shillings”
You shall have an apple



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.

Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
  And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
  For still they all were fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
  Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
  For they’d left all their tails behind ’em!

It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
  Unto a meadow hard by—­
There she espied their tails, side by side,
  All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,
  And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
  That each tail should be properly placed.


Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! 
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn. 
Where’s the little boy that looks after the sheep? 
Under the haystack, fast asleep!


Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day;
Little Johnny wants to play.

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