Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard To get the poor dog a bone; But when she came there the cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none. LONDON: Printed by J. CATNACH, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, 7 Dials. [Illustration] She went to the baker's to buy him some bread, When she came back the dog was dead. Ah! my poor dog, she cried, oh, what shall I do? You were always my pride--none equal to you. [Illustration] She went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin, When she came back, the dog was laughing. Now how this can be quite puzzles my brain, I am much pleased to see you alive once again. [Illustration] She went to the barber's to buy him a wig, When she came back he was dancing a jig. O, you dear merry grig, how nicely you're prancing; Then she held up the wig, and he began dancing. [Illustration] She went to the sempstress to buy him some linen, When she came back the dog was spinning. The reel, when 'twas done, was wove into a shirt, Which served to protect him from weather and dirt. [Illustration] To market she went, to buy him some tripe, When she came back he was smoking his pipe. Why, sure, cried the dame, you'd beat the great Jocko. Who before ever saw a dog smoking tobacco? [Illustration] She went to the alehouse to buy him some beer, When she came back he sat on a chair. Drink hearty, said Dame, there's nothing to pay, 'Twill banish your sorrow and moisten your clay. [Illustration] She went to the fruiterer's to buy him some fruit, When she came back he was playing the flute. Oh, you musical dog, you surely can speak: Come, sing me a song, then he set up a squeak. [Illustration] She went to the tavern for white wine and red, When she came back he stood on his head. This is odd, said the dame, for fun you seem bred, One would almost believe you'd wine in your head. [Illustration] The dog he cut capers, and turned out his toes, 'Twill soon cure the vapours, he such attitude shows. The dame made a curtsey, the dog made a bow, The dame said, Your servant, the dog said Bow wow. [Illustration] THE Royal Book. [Illustration] OF Nursery Rhymes. A present for little Masters and Misses. A Good Book to Instruct and Amuse. [Illustration] Pussy-Cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been up to London to look at the queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair. London: Published by RYLE and PAUL, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Seven Dials. NURSERY RHYMES. [Illustration] See-saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, and the other down, And that is the way to London town. [Illustration] Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see the sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.