And why may not I love Johnny, And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny As well as another body? And here's a leg for a stocking, And here's a foot for a shoe, And he has a kiss for daddy, And two for his mammy also. And why may not I love Johnny? And why, &c. &c. [Illustration] Who comes here? A Grenadier. What do you want? A pot of beer. Where's your money? I forgot. Got you gone, you drunken sot. * * * * * [Illustration] Smiling girls, rosy boys, Come and buy my little toys, Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red. [Illustration] There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed. * * * * * Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing? How many holes in a skimmer? Four and twenty. I'm half starving! Mother, pray give me some dinner. [Illustration] Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub, And who do you think was there? The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, And all of them gone to the fair. * * * * * _To be sung in a high wind._ Arthur O'Bower has broken his band, And he comes roaring up the land, King of Scots with all his power Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower. [Illustration] Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumble cradle and baby and all. * * * * * Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown, And her white blossoms are peeping around. [Illustration] There was an old woman, and what do you think? She liv'd upon nothing -- but victuals and drink: Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old lady scarce ever was quiet. * * * * * The rose is red, the violet blue, The gillyflower sweet -- and so are you. These are the words you bade me say For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day. [Illustration] Great A, little a, bouncing B, The Cat's in the Cupboard, and she can't see. * * * * * [Illustration] The little black dog ran round the house, And set the bull a roaring, And drove the monkey in the boat, Who set the oars a rowing, And scared the cock upon the rock, Who cracked his throat with crowing. [Illustration] Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse! Oh, what a dear little bright Mouse! With his eyes of pink, Going winky-wink, Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse. * * * * *