NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

No. 4 of
OLD NURSERY RHYMES

Illustrated by
H. Willebeek Le Mair

AUGENER Ltd., LONDON
David McKay,
604-608 South Washington Square,
Philadelphia.

Printed in England

[Goosey Gander] [Mary, Mary, quite contrary] [Yankee Doodle] [Humpty Dumpty] [Here we go round the mulberry bush] [Three mice went into a hole to spin] [Dame, get up and bake your pies] [The babes in the wood] [Old King Cole] [Baby John]

GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER

Goosey, Goosey, Gander,

Where shall I wander?

Upstairs and downstairs

And in my lady’s chamber.

There I met an old man

That would not say his prayers,

So I took him by the left leg

And threw him down stairs.

MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?”

“With silver bells and cockle shells,

And pretty maids all in a row.”

YANKEE-DOODLE

Yankee-doodle came to town

Upon a little pony,

He stuck a feather in his hat

And called it macaroni.

Yankee-doodle, doodle-do,

Yankee-doodle dandy;

All the lasses are so smart,

And sweet as sugar candy.

Marching in and marching out,

And marching round the town, O!

Here there comes a regiment

With Captain Thomas Brown, O!

Yankee-doodle, etc.

Yankee-doodle is a tune

That comes in very handy;

The enemy all runs away

At Yankee-doodle dandy.

HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON A WALL

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall:

All the King’s horses and all the King’s men

Couldn’t pick up Humpty Dumpty again.

HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH

1. Here we go round the Mulberry Bush,

The Mulberry Bush, the Mulberry Bush;

Here we go round the Mulberry Bush

On a cold and frosty morning.

2. This is the way we wash our hands,

We wash our hands, we wash our hands;

This is the way we wash our hands

On a cold and frosty morning.

3. This is the way we dry our hands,

We dry our hands, we dry our hands, etc.

4. This is the way we clap our hands,

We clap our hands, we clap our hands, etc.

5. This is the way we warm our hands,

We warm our hands, we warm our hands, etc.

THREE MICE WENT INTO A HOLE TO SPIN

Three mice went into a hole to spin;

Puss passed by, and Puss looked in.

“What are you doing, my little men?”

“Weaving coats for gentlemen.”

“Please let me help you to wind off your threads.”

“Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads,”

“Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you’d bite off our heads.”

Says Puss, “You look so wondrous wise,

I like your whiskers and bright eyes;

Your house is the nicest house I see

I think there is room for you and me.”

The mice were so pleased that they opened the door,

And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor,

And Pussy soon laid them all dead on the floor.

DAME, GET UP AND BAKE YOUR PIES

Dame, get up and bake your pies,

Bake your pies, bake your pies;

Dame, get up and bake your pies

On Christmas Day in the morning.

Dame, what makes your maidens lie?

Maidens lie, maidens lie?

Dame, what makes your maidens lie

On Christmas Day in the morning?

Dame, what makes your ducks to die?

Ducks to die, ducks to die?

Dame, what makes your ducks to die

On Christmas Day in the morning?

Their wings are cut, they cannot fly,

Cannot fly, cannot fly;

Their wings are cut, they cannot fly

On Christmas Day in the morning.

THE BABES IN THE WOOD

My dears, you must know,

That a long time ago,

Two poor little children,

Whose names I don’t know,

Were stolen away

On a fine Summer’s day

And left in the Wood,

As I’ve heard the folks say.

Poor Babes in the Wood!

Don’t you remember

The Babes in the Wood?

And when it was night

So sad was their plight,

The sun it went down

And the moon gave no light.

They sobbed and they sighed

And they bitterly cried,

And the poor little things

They lay down and died.

Poor Babes in the Wood!

Don’t you remember

The Babes in the Wood?

And when they were dead

The Robins so red

Brought strawberry leaves

To over them spread.

Then all the day long

The branches among

They mournfully whistled

And this was their song.

Poor Babes in the Wood, etc.

OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,

And a merry old soul was he;

And he called for his pipe,

And he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

Ev’ry fiddler had a fiddle fine,

A very fine fiddle had he;

Then tweedle-dee went the fiddlers three,

And so merry we will be.

BABY JOHN

Counting by the years they’ve past,

Ben and Sue,

Kate and Prue

Come first and Baby John comes last.

But when bedtime comes, ’tis said,

Then poor Sue

And Ben and Prue

And even Kate

Must now come last,

And wait

Quite late,

Till Baby John is fast

A-bed.

WILLEBEEK CHILDREN’S BOOKS
with colour illustrations by
H. WILLEBEEK LE MAIR

WILLEBEEK NURSERY SONG BOOKS
Full page Illustrations in colour with the original best known Nursery Songs

Vol. I.—OUR OLD NURSERY RHYMES

Vol. II.—LITTLE SONGS OF LONG AGO

Vol. III.—OLD DUTCH NURSERY RHYMES

Other Works

THE CHILDREN’S CORNER

LITTLE PEOPLE

Each book containing 16 Pictures and Verses from Child Life

SCHUMANN

Piano Album of Children’s Pieces

CHILDREN’S POST CARDS

11 sets of 12 cards

NURSERY RHYME BOOKS:

1. GRANNIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

2. MOTHER’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

3. AUNTIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

4. NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

5. DADDY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

6. BABY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

Augener Ltd. London
David McKay, 604-608 South Washington Square, Philadelphia
Printed in England

Transcriber’s Notes

Copyright notice provided as in the original—this e-text is public domain in the country of publication.
In the text versions, delimited italics text in _underscores_ (the HTML version reproduces the font form of the printed book.)
Silently corrected palpable typos; left non-standard spellings and dialect unchanged.

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