The Home Book of Verse
Chapter 7 : There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead

There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He shot Johnny Sprig Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head, head, head.

There was an old woman, and what do you think?

She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet: Yet this little old woman could never be quiet.

She went to a baker to buy her some bread, And when she came home, her husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her husband was well.

If I had as much money as I could spend, I never would cry old chairs to mend; Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend; I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I had as much money as I could tell, I never would cry old clothes to sell; Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell; I never would cry old clothes to sell.

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met a little old man Clothed all in leather; He began to bow and sc.r.a.pe, And I began to grin,-- How do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again?

If all the world were apple-pie, And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have to drink?

Pease-pudding hot, Pease-pudding cold, Pease-pudding in the pot, Nine days old.

Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old.

Hey, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Little Miss m.u.f.fet, Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a great spider That sat down beside her, And frightened Miss m.u.f.fet away.

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Little Polly Flinders, Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes.

Barber, barber, shave a pig, How many hairs will make a wig?

"Four-and-twenty, that's enough."

Give the barber a pinch of snuff.

Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; But where is the boy that looks after the sheep?

He's under a hay-c.o.c.k, fast asleep.

Will you awake him? No, not I; For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

There was a man of our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes:

But when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jumped into another bush, And scratched 'em in again.

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing?

He'll sit in a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Sometimes nine, and sometimes ten, Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen.

Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song had been longer.

There was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, she lives there still.

p.u.s.s.y-cat, p.u.s.s.y-cat, where have you been?

I've been to London to look at the Queen.

p.u.s.s.y-cat, p.u.s.s.y-cat, what did you there?

I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, The one named Jack, the other named Jill; Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!

Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!