Nursery rhymes, English; Oral tradition -- England
There was a navy went into Spain,
When it return'd it came again.
XXVII.
[The following may possibly allude to King George and the
Pretender.]
Jim and George were two great lords,
They fought all in a churn;
And when that Jim got George by the nose,
Then George began to gern.
XXVIII.
Little General Monk
Sat upon a trunk,
Eating a crust of bread;
There fell a hot coal
And burnt in his clothes a hole,
Now General Monk is dead.
Keep always from the fire:
If it catch your attire,
You too, like Monk, will be dead.
XXIX.
Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight,
When nivver a man was slain;
They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink
An sae com merrily heaam agayn.
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SECOND CLASS--LITERAL.
XXX.
One, two, three,
I love coffee,
And Billy loves tea.
How good you be,
One, two, three.
I love coffee,
And Billy loves tea.
XXXI.
A, B, C, tumble down D,
The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.
XXXII.
[_Finis._]
F for fig, J for jig,
And N for knuckle bones,
I for John the waterman,
And S for sack of stones.
XXXIII.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5!
I caught a hare alive;
6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
I let her go again.
XXXIV.
Great A, little a,
Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see.
XXXV.
One's none;
Two's some;
Three's a many;
Four's a penny;
Five is a little hundred.
XXXVI.
A, B, C, and D,
Pray, playmates, agree,
E, F, and G,
Well so it shall be.
J, K, and L,
In peace we will dwell
M, N, and O,
To play let us go.
P, Q, R, and S,
Love may we possess,
W, X, and Y,
Will not quarrel or die.
Z, and amperse-and,
Go to school at command.
XXXVII.
Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,
Alabone Crackabone 10 and 11,
Spin span muskidan;
Twiddle 'um twaddle 'um, 21.
XXXVIII.
Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,
All begins with an A.
XXXIX.
Miss one, two, and three could never agree,
While they gossiped round a tea-caddy.
XL.
One, two,
Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,
Shut the door;
Five, six,
Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine, ten,
A good fat hen;
Eleven, twelve,
Who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids a kissing;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
My stomach's empty.
XLI.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I will, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put in the oven for Tommy and me.
XLII.
[Tom Thumb's Alphabet.]
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