Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three perplexes me, And Practice drives me mad. Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town, In a yellow petticoat and a green gown. [Illustration: THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.] The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more. There were three crows sat on a stone, Fal la, la la lal de, Two flew away, and then there was one, Fal la, la la lal de, The other crow finding himself alone, Fal la, la la lal de, He flew away, and then there was none, Fal la, la la lal de. [Illustration: "JACK AND JILL WENT UP THE HILL."] [Illustration: Music: JACK AND JILL. 1. Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. 2. Up Jack got, and home did trot, As fast as he could caper; Dame Jill had the job to plaister his knob, With vinegar and brown paper. 3. Jill came in and she did grin To see his paper plaister, Mother vex'd did whip her next, For causing Jack's disaster.] [Illustration] When the wind is in the East, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the North, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the South, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the West, Then 'tis at the very best. Cry, baby, cry, Put your finger in your eye, And tell your mother it wasn't I. [Illustration: THE TURTLE-DOVE'S NEST.] VERY high in the pine-tree, The little Turtle-dove Made a pretty little nursery, To please her little love. She was gentle, she was soft, And her large dark eye Often turned to her mate, Who was sitting close by. "Coo," said the Turtle-dove, "Coo," said she; "Oh, I love thee," said the Turtle-dove. "And I love THEE." In the long shady branches Of the dark pine-tree, How happy were the Doves In their little nursery! The young Turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best. "Coo," said the little Doves. "Coo," said she. And they played together kindly In the dark pine-tree.