SING-SONG A NURSERY RHYME BOOK BY CHRISTINA G. ROSSETTI WITH ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY ARTHUR HUGHES ENGRAVED BY THE BROTHERS DALZIEL LONDON MACMILLAN AND CO. AND NEW YORK 1893 CONTENTS A baby's cradle with no baby in it A city plum is not a plum A diamond or a coal? A frisky lamb A house of cards A linnet in a gilded cage All the bells were ringing A motherless soft lambkin An emerald is as green as grass Angels at the foot A pin has a head, but has no hair A pocket handkerchief to hem A ring upon her finger A rose has thorns as well as honey A toadstool comes up in a night A white hen sitting Baby cry Baby lies so fast asleep Blind from my birth Boats sail on the rivers Bread and milk for breakfast Brown and furry Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk Clever little Willie wee Crimson curtains round my mother’s bed Crying, my little on, footsore and weary? Currants on a bush Dancing on the hill-tops Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush “Ding a ding” Eight o’clock Ferry me across the water Fly away, fly away over the sea “Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow” Growing in the vale Heartsease in my garden bed Hear what the mournful linnets say Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth Hop-o’-my-thumb and little Jack Horner Hopping frog, hop here and be seen How many seconds in a minute? Hurt no living thing I am a King I caught a little ladybird I dreamt I caught a little owl I dug and dug amongst the snow If all were rain and never sun If a mouse could fly If a pig wore a wig If hope grew on a bush If I were a Queen If stars dropped out of heaven If the moon came from heaven If the sun could tell us half I have a little husband I have a Poll parrot I have but one rose in the world I know a baby, such a baby In the meadow—what in the meadow? I planted a hand Is the moon tired? she looks so pale January cold desolate “Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!” Lie a-bed Love me,—I love you Lullaby, oh, lullaby! Margaret has a milking-pail Minnie and Mattie Minnie bakes oaten cakes Mix a pancake Motherless baby and babyless mother Mother shake the cherry tree My baby has a father and a mother My baby has a mottled fist Oh, fair to see O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east One and one are two On the grassy banks O sailor, come ashore Our little baby fell asleep O wind, where have you been O wind, why do you never rest Playing at bob cherry Pussy has a whiskered face Roses blushing red and white Rosy maiden Winifred Rushes in a watery place Seldom “can’t” Sing me a song Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire Swift and sure the swallow The city mouse lives in a house The days are clear The dear old woman in the lane The dog lies in his kennel The horses of the sea The lily has an air The lily has a smooth stalk The peach tree on the southern wall The peacock has a score of eyes There is but one May in the year