[Illustration] Please to remember the fifth of November, The Gunpowder treason plot; I see no reason why Gunpowder treason, Should ever be forgot. A stick and a stake for Victoria's sake, Hollo, boys! hollo, boys! God save the Queen. Leg over leg, As the dog went to Dover, When he came to a stile, Jump he went over. [Illustration] Ladybird, Ladybird, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, I let her go again. This is the way the ladies go-- Nim, nim, nim. This is the way the gentlemen go-- Trot, trot, trot. This is the way the hunters go-- Gallop, gallop, gallop. [Illustration: "THERE WAS AN OLD MAN OF TOBAGO."] There was an old man of Tobago, Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago; Till, much to his bliss, [Illustration] His physician said this-- "To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go." Little Miss Muffett She sat on a tuffett, Eating of curds and whey; There came a little spider, Who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffett away. [Illustration] As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks, Were walking out one Sunday, Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, Wilt marry me on Monday? [Illustration] The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, The mistress snored loud as a pig, Jack took up his fiddle by Jenny's desire, And struck up a bit of a jig. Here am I, Little jumping Joan, When nobody's with me, I'm always alone. [Illustration] GOOD DOBBIN. OH! thank you, good Dobbin, you've been a long track, And have carried papa all the way on your back; You shall have some nice oats, faithful Dobbin, indeed, For you've brought papa home to his darling with speed. The howling wind blew, and the pelting rain beat, And the thick mud has covered his legs and his feet, But yet on he galloped in spite of the rain, And has brought papa home to his darling again. The sun it was setting a long while ago, And papa could not see the road where he should go, But Dobbin kept on through the desolate wild, And has brought papa home again safe to his child. Now go to the stable, the night is so raw, Go, Dobbin, and rest your old bones on the straw; Don't stand any longer out here in the rain, For you've brought papa home to his darling again. [Illustration: "AWAY WENT GILPIN, AND AWAY WENT POSTBOY AT HIS HEELS."] THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN. SHOWING HOW HE WENT FARTHER THAN HE INTENDED, AND CAME SAFE HOME AGAIN. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band captain eke was he, Of famous London town.