JENNY shall have a new bonnet, And Jenny shall go to the fair, And Jenny shall have a blue ribbon To tie up her bonny brown hair. And why may not I love Jenny? And why may not Jenny love me? And why may not I love Jenny, As well as another body? And here's a leg for a stocking, And here is a leg for a shoe, And she has a kiss for her daddy, And two for her mammy, I trow. And why may not I love Jenny? And why may not Jenny love me? And why may not I love Jenny, As well as another body? [Illustration] Nievie, nievie, nicknack, Which hand will ye tak'? Tak' the right, or tak' the wrang, I'll beguile ye, if I can. [Illustration] Oh, mother, I'm to be married to Mr. Punchinello; To Mr. Pun, to Mr. Chin, to Mr. Nel, to Mr. Lo, Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo, to Mr. Punchinello. [Illustration] Rain, rain, go to Spain, And never come back again. [Illustration] Up hill spare me, Down hill 'ware me, On level ground spare me not, And in the stable forget me not. [Illustration] When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers; He kissed mamma, and then papa, And straightway went upstairs. Bless you, bless you, bonny bee: Say, when will your wedding be? If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away. [Illustration] Jack Sprat's pig, He was not very little, Nor yet very big; He was not very lean, He was not very fat, He'll do well for a grunt, Says little Jack Sprat. [Illustration] Rain, rain, Go away, Come again April day; Little Johnny Wants to play. A little cock sparrow sat on a tree, Looking as happy as happy could be, Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow, Says he, I will shoot the little cock sparrow. His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie, too. Says the little cock sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay, So he clapped his wings, and flew away. [Illustration] [Illustration] The rose is red, the violet's blue; The pink is sweet, and so are you. [Illustration] "We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin, "We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John; "We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone; "We'll go a-shooting," says every one. [Illustration] Valentine, oh, Valentine, Curl your locks as I do mine; Two before and two behind; Good morrow to you, Valentine. Mr. Isbister, and Betsy his sister, Resolve upon giving a treat; So letters they write, Their friends to invite To their house in Great Camomile Street. [Illustration: "LITTLE BO-PEEP HAS LOST HER SHEEP, AND CAN'T TELL WHERE TO FIND THEM."] [Illustration: Music: LITTLE BO-PEEP.