Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

A little boy got out of bed
'Twas only six o'clock
And out the window poked his head.
And spied a crowing cock.

The little boy said, "Mr. Bird,
Pray tell me who are you?'
And all the answer that he heard
Was, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

'What would you think, if you were me,
He said, "and I were you?”
But still that bird provokingly
Cried, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

"Now hark to me, you stupid head,
How much is two times two?'
That old bird winked one eye, and said
Just "Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

The boy then slammed the window down,
To a fence the old bird flew,
And flapping hard his two wings brown
Cried, "Cock-a-doodle-doodle-doodle-doo!”

Mop, The Pet Cat

MY own fat hen
Did go one day
Out in the lot,
An egg to lay.

The day was hot
A cow sat by,
And in her ear
Was a big fly.
"Buz, buz, buz, buz"
The fly did go,
In the cow's ear,
bit it so.

The cow did say,
"moo! moo I
Do go a-way,
do ! do !

" Go to the pig,
You bad old fly,
Get out ! get out !
moo I my !"
It did not go,
The bad old fly ;
And now it lit
In the cow's eye.

Tip she did hop !
And ran a-way;
And now my hen
Her egg did lay.

But oh ! oh ! oh !
A sly red fox,
Who was all hid
In an old box,
Did get my hen
And get her egg,
Tho' she did cry,
And she did beg.

But the red fox,
me ! my !
He bit and bit,
So she did die.

He ate her up
In his old den :
He ate her up,
My own fat hen.
And I so sad
All day, did spy
To see the bad
Red fox go by.

I set a net,
And oh ! I saw
The bad red fox
Put in his paw.

Now he did cry,
And he did beg,
But no ! I had
Him by the leg.
To let him go
Was not to be,
And our old Dan
Did say to me :

" the bad fox !
As I say 'one,’
I'll hit him pop !
Out of my gun."

The fox did die,
And my new hen
Can lay an egg,
Or two, or ten.
For now no fox
Can eat my lien,
Or get her egg,
Or two, or ten.

The Hen and Fox

MY own fat hen
Did go one day
Out in the lot,
An egg to lay.

The day was hot
A cow sat by,
And in her ear
Was a big fly.
"Buz, buz, buz, buz"
The fly did go,
In the cow's ear,
bit it so.

The cow did say,
"moo! moo I
Do go a-way,
do ! do !

" Go to the pig,
You bad old fly,
Get out ! get out !
moo I my !"
It did not go,
The bad old fly ;
And now it lit
In the cow's eye.

Tip she did hop !
And ran a-way;
And now my hen
Her egg did lay.

But oh ! oh ! oh !
A sly red fox,
Who was all hid
In an old box,
Did get my hen
And get her egg,
Tho' she did cry,
And she did beg.

But the red fox,
me ! my !
He bit and bit,
So she did die.

He ate her up
In his old den :
He ate her up,
My own fat hen.
And I so sad
All day, did spy
To see the bad
Red fox go by.

I set a net,
And oh ! I saw
The bad red fox
Put in his paw.

Now he did cry,
And he did beg,
But no ! I had
Him by the leg.
To let him go
Was not to be,
And our old Dan
Did say to me :

" the bad fox !
As I say 'one,’
I'll hit him pop !
Out of my gun."

The fox did die,
And my new hen
Can lay an egg,
Or two, or ten.
For now no fox
Can eat my lien,
Or get her egg,
Or two, or ten.

Good Day, Gentle Folk

OH, yes, sir and miss, I have been to the town ;
It really was pleasant and gay ;
But now I must hurry, the sun's going down,
And so I will wish you good-day.
And so I will wish you good-day, gentle folk,
And so I will wish you good-day.

I know a white rabbit just over the hill,
He's eating a lettuce for tea ;
And a fat speckled duck, with a very large bill,
Is quacking,"Oh, where can she be ?"
And two little mice are there, standing quite still,
They're all of them waiting for me.

For we all love the stars and the little pale moon,
Beneath them we frolic and play ;
My friends have been waiting the whole afternoon,
And so I will wish you good-day.
And so I will wish you good-day, gentle folk,
And so I will wish you good-day.

Cock-A-Doodle

I KNOW a lovely dicky-bird,
A cock-a-doodle-doo ; -
My father and my mother
And my sister know it too.

It struts about so gaily,
And it is brave and strong ;
And when it crows, it is a crow,
Both very loud and long.

Oh,"Cock-a-doodle-doo," it crows,
And cock-a-doodle won't
Leave off its cock-a-doodling,
When mother dear cries "Don't !"

My Dear Little Maid

THERE is a sweet maiden asleep by the sea,
Her lips are as red as a cherry ;
The roses are resting upon her brown cheeks-
Her cheeks that are brown as a berry.

She's tired of building up castles of sand,
Her hands they are gritty and grubby ;
Her shoes, they are wet, and her legs, they are bare,
Her legs that are sturdy and chubby.

I'll wrap a shawl round you, my dear little maid,
To keep the wind off you completely,
And soft I will sing you a lullaby song,
And soon you will slumber most sweetly.

The White Rabbits

ALL the white rabbits but two, my dears,
All the white rabbits but two,
Away they all sailed in a cockle-shell boat,
Painted a beautiful blue.

All the white rabbits so snowy and sleek,
Away they went down to the shore ;
Little they thought, so happy and meek,
They'd never come up from it more.

Oh, the white rabbits they wept and they sobbed,
Till the boat it shook up in the sails ;
Oh, the white rabbits they sobbed and they shook
From their poor loppy ears to their tails.

Away they all sailed to a desolate land
Where never a lettuce-leaf grew,
All the white rabbits but two, my dears,
All tho white rabbits but two

Moring Time

AWAKE, my pet !
What ! slumbering yet,
When the day's so warm and bright ?
The flowers that wept
Before they slept
O'er the darkness of yesternight,
Have listened long
To the lark's wild song,
And awoke with the morning light.

Again and again
Through the window-pane
The jasmine flowers kept peeping
And in at the door,
And along the floor,
The sunny rays came creeping,
So I opened wide
The sash, and tried
To tell them you were sleeping.

Awake, my dear,
The winter drear
Has fled with all things dreary,
But quickly by
The spring will fly,
And soon the birds will weary.
Awake while yet
The dew is wet
And day is young, my deary.

See Saw

GET into the boat and away to the west,
See-saw ! see-saw !
For they've cut down the tree with the poor linnet's nest,
See- saw ! see-saw !
The bulrushes nod and the water-lilies sigh,
See-saw ! see-saw !
And all of us know the sad reason why,
See-saw ! see-saw !

For, oh ! the tree - the tree's cut down,
And every one of its leaves are brown ;
And in the field the children play,
But the little linnet has flown away :
Oh, dear ! oh, dear ! oh, dear !

A First Love-Making

A LAND there is beyond the sea
That I have never seen,
But Johnny says he'll take me there,
And I shall be a queen.
He'll build for me a palace there,
Its roof will be of thatch,
And it will have a little porch
And everything to match.

And he'll give me a garden-green,
And he'll give me a crownv
Of flowers that love the wood and field
And never grow in town.
And we shall be so happy there,
And never, never part,
And I shall be the grandest queen-
The queen of Johnny's heart.

Then, Johnny, man your little boat
To sail across the sea ;
There's only room for king and queen-
For Johnny and for me.
And, Johnny dear, I'm not afraid
Of any wind or tide,
For I am always safe, my dear,
If you are by my side.

My Little Brother

MY baby brother's fat, as fat
As any boy can be,
And he is just the sweetest duck
That ever you did see.

I count the dimples in his hands
A dozen times a- day,
And often wonder when he coos
What he would like to say.

I comb the down upon his head-
He has'nt any hair,-
It must be cold without, and yet
He never seems to care.

It is so nice to see him kick,
He has such pretty feet ;
I think if we might eat him up
It would be quite a treat.

The Little Maid

A LITTLE maid went to market,
She went into the town,
And all the things she had to buy
She carefully wrote down.
The coffee, sugar, tea, and rice--
The currant cake for tea,
And then she had to reckon up,
And see how much they'd be.

She sat her down as she came back,
She sat her down to see
What they had cost--the currant cake,
The coffee, and the tea.
She could not make her money right,
And yet, how she did try !
She could not make her money right,
And oh ! how she did cry.

She's counting still, my dears, my dears,
She's counting day and night,
But though she counts for years and years,
She'll never make it right.
She'll never make it right--right--right,
Oh ! never any more, [count,
Though she sits counting--count--count
Till she is ninety-four.

Tommy‘s Stockings

TWO little maids went out one day,
And really it was shocking !
They met poor Tommy on the way,
With holes in either stocking.

They sat down on a low stone seat,
And to and fro kept rocking,
While they knitted, swift and neat,
Each of them a stocking.

And sweet they sang a little song,
The dickie-birds kept mocking ;
And Tommy wished that all day long
They'd sit and knit a stocking.

Coming Down the Street

THE baby she has golden hair,
Her cheeks are like a rose,
And she sits fastened in her chair,
A-counting of her toes.
The mother she stands by the door,
And all the place is neat,
She says,"When it is half-past four,
He'll come along the street."
And O ! in all this happy world
There's not a sight so sweet,
As 'tis to see the master, dear,
A-coming down the street.
A-coming O ! a-coming O !
A-coming down the street.

The baby's sister toddles round,
And sings a little song,
And every word and every sound
Says, "Father won't be Jong."
And when he comes we'll laugh for glee,
And then his bonnie face,
However dark the day may be,
Makes sunshine in the place.
And O ! in all this happy world
There's not a sight so sweet,
As 'tis to see the master, dear,
A-coming down the street,
A-coming O ! a-coming O !
A-coming down the street.

The Fiddler

THE fiddler played upon his fiddle
All through that leafy June,
He always played hey-diddle-diddle,
And played it out of tune.

And down the hill the children came,
 And down the valley too :
I never heard the fiddler's name,
So cannot tell it you.
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-dee.

On on they came, and when they heard
That tune so swift and sweet,
They did not say a single word,
But shuffled with their feet.

Then round they went, and round and round,
All to that cracked old fiddle,
And still was heard the magic sound,
Hey-diddle-diddle-didd,
Hey-diddle-diddle, diddle-diddle-dee.

The Rabbit

THE moon is shining o'er the field,
A little breeze is blowing,
The radish leaves are crisp and green,
The lettuces are growing.

The owl is in the ivy-bush,
With both his eyes a-winking ;
The rabbit shakes his little tail,
And sits him down a-thinking--

"Oh ! where are all the dormice gone ?
And are the frogs a-vooing ?
Will no one come to play with me ?
What are they all a-doing ?"

Poor little rabbit, all alone,
Don't let the master meet you ;
He'll shoot you with his little gun,
And merrily he'll eat you !

Watching

DEAR father's ship is very near,
We'll blow him kisses, baby dear,
He may come home to-day.
A happy wind that journeys south
Seems just to linger round my mouth,
Then bear a kiss away.
Come, baby, I will hold you-so,
We'll watch the waves that outward go,
And call, "Come back to-day !"
For father's heart seems always near,
And who can tell but he may hear,
Or know the words we say?
All round and up the cottage wall
The honeysuckle's grown so tall,
It sees above the gate ;
The flowers came hurrying up so sweet -
We told the little seeds they'd meet
Dear father, and they wait.
We first shall see a speck of white,
Far, far away, there where the light
Has swept the morning dim;
So silent will his coming seem,
Twill be like waking from a dream
To wave our hands to him.
And then, and then he'll hoist you high,
Just stopping here and there
To shake the neighbours by the hand,
And tell them of the southern land,
And ask them how they fare.
He is not very far away,
For mother said he'd come to-day--
We knew it by her face ;
She caught you up and kissed you so,
And now she's busy to and fro,
And sings about the place.