The Nursery Rhyme Book. Lang Andrew

      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,

      Put in the oven for Tommy and me.

      MULTIPLICATION is vexation,

      Division is as bad;

      The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,

      And Practice drives me mad.

      DOCTOR FAUSTUS was a good man,

      He whipt his scholars now and then;

      When he whipp'd them he made them dance,

      Out of Scotland into France,

      Out of France into Spain,

      And then he whipp'd them back again!

      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.

      WHEN V and I together meet,

      They make the number Six compleat.

      When I with V doth meet once more,

      Then 'tis they Two can make but Four.

      And when that V from I is gone,

      Alas! poor I can make but One.

      THIRTY days hath September,

      April, June, and November;

      February has twenty-eight alone,

      All the rest have thirty-one,

      Excepting leap-year, that's the time

      When February's days are twenty-nine.

      MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,

      How does your garden grow?

      With cockle-shells, and silver bells,

      And pretty maids all a row.

      IN fir tar is,

      In oak none is.

      In mud eel is,

      In clay none is.

      Goat eat ivy,

      Mare eat oats.

       CROSS patch,

      Draw the latch,

      Sit by the fire and spin;

      Take a cup,

      And drink it up,

      Then call your neighbours in.

      I LOVE my love with an A, because he's Agreeable.

      I hate him because he's Avaricious.

      He took me to the Sign of the Acorn,

      And treated me with Apples.

      His name's Andrew,

      And he lives at Arlington.

      ONE, two,

      Buckle my shoe;

      Three, four,

      Shut the door;

      Five, six,

      Pick up sticks;

      Seven, eight,

      Lay them straight;

      Nine, ten,

      A good fat hen;

      Eleven, twelve,

      Who will delve?

      Thirteen, fourteen,

      Maids a-courting;

      Fifteen, sixteen,

      Maids a-kissing;

      Seventeen, eighteen,

      Maid a-waiting;

      Nineteen, twenty,

      My stomach's empty.

       THE man in the moon,

      Came tumbling down,

      And ask'd his way to Norwich,

      He went by the south,

      And burnt his mouth

      With supping cold pease-porridge.

         MY dear, do you know,

      How a long time ago,

      Two poor little children,

      Whose names I don't know,

      Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,

      And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.

      And when it was night,

      So sad was their plight,

      The sun it went down,

      And the moon gave no light.

      They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried,

      And the poor little things, they lay down and died.

      And when they were dead,

      The Robins so red

      Brought strawberry-leaves

      And over them spread;

      And all the day long

      They sung them this song:

      "Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!

      And don't you remember the babes in the wood?"

      THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,

      He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;

      He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,

      And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

      SIMPLE SIMON met a pieman,

      Going to the fair;

      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."

      Simple Simon went a-fishing

      For to catch a whale:

      All the water he had got

      Was in his mother's pail!

      I'LL tell you a story

      About Jack a Nory, —

      And now my story's begun:

      I'll tell you another

      About Jack his brother, —

      And now my story's done.

      THERE was a man, and he had nought,

      And robbers came to rob him;

      He crept up to the chimney-pot,

      And then they thought they had him.

      But he got down on t' other side,

      And then they could not find him.

      He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,

      And never looked behind him.

      THE lion and the unicorn

      Were fighting for the crown;

      The lion beat the unicorn

      All