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A baby's cradle with no baby in it 

A city plum is not a plum 

A diamond or a coal ? 

A frisky lamb . 

A house of cards 

A linnet in a gilded cage . 

All the bells were ringing . 

A motherless soft lambkin . 

An emerald is as green as grass 

Angels at the foot 

A pin has a head, but has no hair 

A pocket handkerchief to hem 

A ring upon her finger 

A rose has thorns as well as honey 

A toadstool comes up in a night 

A white hen sitting . 

Baby cry .... 
Baby lies so fast asleep 





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Blind from my birth . 
Boats sail on the rivers 
Bread and milk for breakfast 
Brown and furry 

Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk 

Clever little Willie wee- 
Crimson curtains round my mother's bed 
Crying, my little one, footsore and weary? 
Currants on a bush 

Dancing on the hill-tops . 

Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush 

" Ding a ding" 

Eight o'clock 

Kerry me across the water . 

Fly away, fly away over the sea . 

" Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow" 
Growing in the vale .... 

Heartsease in my garden bed 

Hear what the mournful linnets say 

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its b 

Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner 

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen . 

How many seconds in a minute ? 

Hurt no living thing .... 

















I am a King .... 

I caught a little ladybird 

I dreamt I caught a little owl 

I dug and dug amongst the snow 

If all were rain and never sun 

If a mouse could fly . 

If a pig wore a wig . 

If hope grew on a bush 

If I were a Queen . 

If stars dropped out of heaven 

If the moon came from heaven . 

If the sun could tell us half 

I have a little husband 

I have a Poll parrot . 

I have but one rose in the world 

I know a baby, such a baby 

In the meadow — what in the meadow 

I planted a hand 

Is the moon tired ? she looks so pale 

January cold desolate 

'• Kookoorookoo ! kookoorookoo 

Lie a-bed 

Love me, — I love you 

Lullaby, oh, lullaby ! 

Margaret has a milking-pail 
Minnie and Mattie . 


Minnie bakes oaten cakes . 

Mix a pancake .... 

Motherless baby and babylcss mother 

Mother shake the cherry tree 

My baby has a father and a mother 

My baby has a mottled fist 

Oh, fair to sec .... 

O Lady Moon, your horns point towa 

One and one are two 

On the grassy banks . 

O sailor, come ashore 

Our little baby fell asleep . 

O wind, where have you been 

O wind, why do you never rest . 

Playing at bob cherry 
Pussy has a whiskered face . 

Roses blushing red and white 
Rosy maiden Winifred 
Rushes in a watery place . 

Seldom " can't "... 
Sing me a song .... 
Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to 
Swift and sure the swallow 

The city mouse lives in a house . 
The davs arc clear 

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The dear old woman in the lane 

The dog lies in his kennel 

The horses of the sea 

The lily has an air . 

The lily has a smooth stalk 

The peach tree on the southern wall 

The peacock has a score of eyes . 

There is but one May in the year 

There is one that has a head without 

There 's snow on the fields 

The rose that blushes rosy red . 

The rose with such a bonny blush 

The summer nights are short 

The wind has such a rainy sound 

Three little children . 

Three plum buns 

Twist me a crown of wind-flowers 

Under the ivy bush . 

Wee wee husband 

What are heavy ? sea-sand and sorrow 

What does the bee do r 

What does the donkey bray about ? 

What do the stars do r 

What is pink ? a rose is pink 

What will you give me for my pound 

When a mounting skylark sings . 



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When fishes set umbrellas up 

When the cows come home the milk is coming 

Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are 

Who has seen the wind ? 

Why did baby die ... 

Wrens and robins in the hedge . 






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Your brother has a falcon 


Angels at the foot, 

And Angels at the head, 
And like a curly little lamb 

My pretty babe in bed. 

Love me, — J Jove you, 
Love me, my baby ; 

Sing it high, sing it low, 
Sing it as may be. 

Mother's arms under you, 
Her eyes above you ; 

Sing it high, sing it low, 
Love me, — I love you. 

My baby has a father and a mother, 

Rich little baby ! 
Fatherless, motherless, I know another 

Forlorn as may be : 

Poor little baby! 

Our little baby fell asleep, 

And may not wake again 
For days and days, and weeks and weeks 

But then he '11 wake again, 
And come with his own pretty look, 

And kiss Mamma again. 

Kookoorookoo ! kookoorookoo ! " 
Crows the cock before the morn 

Kikirikee ! kikirikee ! " 

Roses in the east are born. 

" Kookoorookoo ! kookoorookoo ! " 
Early birds begin their singing ; 

" Kikirikee ! kikirikee ! " 

The day, the day, the day is springing 

Baby cry- — 

Oh fie !— 
At the physic in the cup 

Gulp it twice 

And gulp it thrice, 
Baby gulp it up. 

Eight o'clock ; 

The postman's knock ! 

Five letters for Papa ; 

One for Lou, 

And none for you, 
And three for dear Mamma. 

Bread and milk for breakfast, 
And woollen frocks to wear, 

And a crumb for robin redbreast 
On the cold days of the year. 

There 's snow on the fields, 
And cold in the cottage, 

While I sit in the chimney nook 
Supping hot pottage. 

My clothes are soft and warm, 

Fold upon fold, 
But I 'm so sorry for the poor 

Out in the cold. 

Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush, 
Dead at the foot of a snowberry bush, — 
Weave him a coffin of rush, 
Dig him a grave where the soft mosses grow, 
Raise him a tombstone of snow. 

I dug and dug amongst the snow, 

And thought the flowers would never grow ; 

I dug and dug amongst the sand, 

And still no green thing came to hand. 

Melt, O snow ! the warm winds blow 
To thaw the flowers and melt the snow 
But all the winds from every land 
Will rear no blossom from the sand. 

A city plum is not a plum ; 

A dumb-bell is no bell, though dumb 

A party rat is not a rat ; 

A sailor's cat is not a cat ; 

A soldier's frog is not a frog ; 

A captain's log is not a log. 


Your brother has a falcon, 
Your sister has a flower ; 

But what is left for mannikin, 
Born within an hour? 

I '11 nurse you on my knee, my knee, 

My own little son ; 
I '11 rock you, rock you, in my arms, 

My least little one. 

Hear what the mournful linnets say : 

" We built our nest compact and warm. 
But cruel boys came round our way 
And took our summerhouse by storm. 

They crushed the eggs so neatly laid 
So now we sit with drooping wing, 

And watch the ruin they have made, 
Too late to build, too sad to sing.' 


A baby's cradle with no baby in it, 

A baby's grave where autumn leaves drop sere 

The sweet soul gathered home to Paradise, 
The body waiting here. 


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Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner, 
What do you mean by tearing and fighting ? 

Sturdy dog Trot close round the corner, 
I never caught him growling and biting. 

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth. 
Love is like a rose the joy of all the earth ; 
Faith is like a lily lifted high and white, 
Love is like a lovely rose the world's delight ; 
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth, 
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both. 

O wind, why do you never rest, 

Wandering, whistling to and fro, 
Bringing rain out of the west, 

From the dim north brinein 

ging snow: 


Crying, my little one, footsore and weary ? 

Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder : 
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary, 

While the snow falls on me colder and colder. 

You are my one, and I have not another ; 

Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure ; 
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother, 

Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure. 


Growing in the vale 
By the uplands hilly, 

Growing straight and frail, 
Lady Daffadowndilly. 

In a golden crown, 
And a scant green gown 

While the spring blows chilly, 
Lady Daffadown, 

Sweet Daffadowndilly. 

A linnet in a gilded cage, — 
A linnet on a bough, — 

In frosty winter one might doubt 
Which bird is luckier now. 

But let the trees burst out in leaf, 
And nests be on the bough, 

Which linnet is the luckier bird, 
Oh who could doubt it now ? 

Wrens and robins in the hedge, 

Wrens and robins here and there ; 
Building, perching, pecking, fluttering, 
Everywhere ! 

My baby has a mottled fist, 

My baby has a neck in creases ; 

My baby kisses and is kissed, 

For he 's the very thing for kisses. 

Why did baby die, 
Making Father sigh, 
Mother cry? 

Flowers, that bloom to die, 

Make no reply 

Of "why?" 

But bow and die. 

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If all were rain and never sun, 
No bow could span the hill ; 

If all were sun and never rain, 
There 'd be no rainbow still. 

O wind, where have you been, 
That you blow so sweet? 

Among the violets 

Which blossom at your feet. 

The honeysuckle waits 

For Summer and for heat. 

But violets in the chilly Spring 
Make the turf so sweet. 


Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk 
White as swansdown and smooth as silk, 
Fresh as dew and pure as snow : 
For I know where the cowslips blow, 
And you shall have a cowslip wreath 
No sweeter scented than your breath. 


On the grassy banks 
Lambkins at their pranks ; 
Woolly sisters, woolly brothers 

Jumping off their feet 
While their woolly mothers 

Watch by them and bleat. 


Rushes in a watery place, 

And reeds in a hollow ; 
A soaring skylark in the sky, 

A darting swallow ; 
And where pale blossom used to hang 

Ripe fruit to follow. 

Minnie and Mattie 
And fat little May, 

Out in the country, 
Spending a day. 

Such a bright day, 

With the sun glowing, 

And the trees half in leaf, 
And the grass growing. 

Pinky white pigling 

Squeals through his snout, 


Woolly white lambkin 
Frisks all about. 

Cluck ! cluck ! the nursing hen 

Summons her folk, — 
Ducklings all downy soft 

Yellow as yolk. 

Cluck ! cluck ! the mother hen 
Summons her chickens 

To peck the dainty bits 
Found in her pickings. 

Minnie and Mattie 

And May carry posies, 

Half of sweet violets, 
Half of primroses. 

Give the sun time enough, 
Glowing and glowing, 

He '11 rouse the roses 

And bring them blowing. 

Don't wait tor roses 

Losing to-day, 
O Minnie, Mattie, 

And wise little May. 

^ iolets and primroses 

Blossom to-day 
For Minnie and Mattie 

And fat little May. 

Heartsease in my garden bed, 

With sweetwilliam white and red, 

Honeysuckle on my wall : — ■ 

Heartsease blossoms in my heart 

When sweet William comes to call, 
But it withers when we part, 

And the honey-trumpets fall. 

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If I were a Queen, 
What would I do? 

I 'd make you King, 
And I 'd wait on you. 

If I were a King, 
What would I do ? 

I 'd make you Queen, 
For I 'd marry you. 


What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow : 

What are brief? to-day and to-morrow : 

What are frail? Spring blossoms and youth 

What are deep? the ocean and truth. 


Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire : 
Strike a flint, and forthwith flash out sparks of 


There is but one May in the year, 
And sometimes May is wet and cold ; 

There is but one May in the year 
Before the year grows old. 

Yet though it be the chilliest May, 

With least of sun and most of showers, 

Its wind and dew, its night and day, 
Bring up the flowers. 


The summer nights are short 
Where northern days are long : 

For hours and hours lark after lark 
Trills out his song. 

nights are lone 

The summer days are short 

Where southern 
Yet short the night when nightingales 

Trill out their song. 

The days are clear, 

Day after day, 
When April's here, 

That leads to May, 
And June 
Must follow soon : 

Stay, June, stay ! — 
If only we could stop the moon 
And June ! 


Twist me a crown of wind-flowers ; 

That I may fly away 
To hear the singers at their song, 

And players at their play. 

Put on your crown of wind-flowers 
But whither would you go? 

Beyond the surging of the sea 
And the storms that blow. 

Alas ! your crown of wind-flowers 
Can never make you fly : 

I twist them in a crown to-day, 
And to-night they die. 


Brown and furry 

Caterpillar in a hurry, 

Take your walk 

To the shady leaf, or stalk, 

Or what not, 

Which may be the chosen spot. 

No toad spy you, 

Hovering bird of prey pass by you 

Spin and die, 

To live again a butterfly. 

A toadstool comes up in a night,— 
Learn the lesson, little folk :— 

An oak grows on a hundred years, 
But then it is an oak. 

A pocket handkerchief to hem- 
On dear, oh dear, oh dear! 

How many stitches it will take 
Before it 's done, I fear. 

Yet set a stitch and then a stitch, 
And stitch and stitch away, 

Till stitch by stitch the hem is done- 
And after work is play ! 

If a pig wore a wig, 
What could we say ? 

Treat him as a gentleman, 
And say " Good dav." 

If his tail chanced to fail, 
What could we do? — 

Send him to the tailoress 
To get one new. 

Seldom " can't," 
Seldom " don't 

Never "shan't," 
Never "won't.' 

1 and i are 2 — 

That 's for me and you. 

2 and 2 are 4 — 
That 's a couple more. 

3 and 3 are 6 
Barley-sugar sticks. 

4 and 4 are 8 
Tumblers at the gate. 

5 and 5 are 10 
Bluff seafaring men 

6 and 6 are 12 
Garden lads who delve. 

7 and 7 are 14 

Young men bent on sporting. 

8 and 8 are 16 

Pills the doctor 's mixing. 

9 and 9 are 1 8 
Passengers kept waiting. 

10 and 10 are 20 
Roses — pleasant plenty ! 

1 1 and 11 are 22 

Sums for brother George to do. 

12 and 12 are 24 

Pretty pictures, and no more. 


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How many seconds in a minute? 
Sixty, and no more in it. 

How many minutes in an hour ? 
Sixty for sun and shower. 

How many hours in a day ? 
Twenty-four for work and pi a v. 

How many days in a week ? 
Seven both to hear and speak. 

How many weeks in a month r 
Four, as the swift moon runn'th. 

How many months in a year ? 
Twelve the almanack makes clear. 

How many years in an age ? 
One hundred says the sage. 

How many ages in time ? 
No one knows the rhyme. 

What will you give me for my pound ? 
Full twenty shillings round. 
What will you give me for my shilling 
Twelve pence to give I 'm willing. 
What will you give me for my penny? 
Four farthings, just so many. 

January cold desolate ; 
February all dripping wet ; 
March wind ranges ; 
April changes ; 
Birds sing in tune 

To flowers of May, 
And sunny June 

Brings longest day ; 
In scorched July 
The storm-clouds fly 
Lightning-torn ; 
August bears corn, 
September fruit ; 

In rough October 
Earth must disrobe 
Stars fall and shoot 
In keen November ; 
And night is long 
And cold is strong 
In bleak December. 

What is pink ? a rose is pink 
By the fountain's brink. 
What is red ? a poppy 's red 
In its barlev bed. 
What is blue r the sky is blue 
Where the clouds float thro'. 
What is white ? a swan is white 
Sailing in the light. 

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What is yellow : pears are yellow, 
Rich and ripe and mellow. 

What is green? the grass is green. 
With small flowers between. 
What is violet ? clouds are violet 
In the summer twilight. 
What is orange? why, an orange, 
Just an orange ! 


Mother shake the cherry-tree, 
Susan catch a cherry ; 

Oh how funny that will be, 
Let 's be merry ! 

One for brother, one for sister, 
Two for mother more, 

Six for father, hot and tired, 
Knocking at the door. 

A pin has a head, but has no hair ; 
A clock has a face, but no mouth there 
Needles have eyes, but they cannot see ; 
A fly has a trunk without lock or key ;. 
A timepiece may lose, but cannot win ; 
A corn-field dimples without a chin ; 
A hill has no leg, but has a foot ; 
A wine-glass a stem, but not a root ; 


A watch has hands, but no thumb or finger 
A boot has a tongue, but is no singer ; 
Rivers run, though they have no feet ; 
A saw has teeth, but it does not eat ; 
Ash-trees have keys, yet never a lock ; 
And baby crows, without being a cock. 

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen, 
I '11 not pelt you with stick or stone : 

Your cap is laced and your coat is green ; 
Good bye, we '11 let each other alone. 

Plodding toad, plod here and be looked at, 
You the finger of scorn is crooked at : 
But though you're lumpish, you're harmless too 
You won't hurt me, and I won't hurt you. 


Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are, 
With blades of grass between, 

Each daisy stands up like a star 
Out of a sky of green. 


The city mouse Jives in a house ; — 
The garden mouse lives in a bower, 

He 's friendly with the frogs and toads, 
And sees the pretty plants in flower. 

The city mouse eats bread and cheese ; — 
The garden mouse eats what he can ; 

We will not grudge him seeds and stalks, 
Poor little timid furry man. 

What does the donkey bray about ? 
What does the pig grunt through his snout 
What does the goose mean by a hiss? 
Oh, Nurse, if you can tell me this, 
I '11 give you such a kiss. 

The cockatoo calls " cockatoo," 
The magpie chatters "how d'ye do? 11 
The jackdaw bids me "go away," 
Cuckoo cries "cuckoo" half the day: 
What do the others say ? 


Three plum buns 

To eat here at the stile 
In the clover meadow, 

For we have walked a mile. 

One for you, and one for me, 

And one left over : 
Give it to the boy who shouts 

To scare sheep from the clover. 

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A motherless soft lambkin 

Alone upon a hill ; 
No mother's fleece to shelter him 
And wrap him from the cold :- 
I '11 run to him and comfort him, 

I '11 fetch him, that I will ; 
I '11 care for him and feed him 
Until he 's strong and bold. 

Dancing on the hill-tops, 
Singing in the valleys, 

Laughing with the echoes, 
Merry little Alice. 

Playing games with lambkins 
Jn the flowering valleys, 

Gathering pretty posies, 
Helpful little Alice. 

If her father's cottage 
Turned into a palace, 

And he owned the hill-tops 
And the flowering valleys, 

She 'd be none the happier, 
Happy little Alice. 

When fishes set umbrellas up 

If the rain-drops run, 
Lizards will want their parasols 

To shade them from the sun. 

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The peacock has a score of eyes, 
With which he cannot see ; 

The cod-fish has a silent sound, 
However that may be ; 

No dandelions tell the time, 
Although they turn to clocks ; 

Cat's-cradle does not hold the cat. 
Nor foxglove fit the fox. 

Pussy has a whiskered face, 
Kitty has such pretty ways ; 
Doggie scampers when I call, 
And has a heart to love us all. 


The dog lies in his kennel, 
And Puss purrs on the rug, 

And baby perches on my knee 
For me to love and hug. 

Pat the dog and stroke the cat, 

Each in its degree ; 
And cuddle and kiss my baby, 

And baby kiss me. 

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If hope grew on a bush, 
And joy grew on a tree, 

What a nosegay for the plucking 
There would be ! 

But oh ! in windy autumn, 

When frail flowers wither, 
What should we do for hope and joy 

Fading together? 

I planted a hand 

And there came up a palm, 
I planted a heart 

And there came up balm. 

Then I planted a wish, 
But there sprang a thorn, 

While heaven frowned with thunder 
And earth sighed forlorn. 

Under the ivy bush 

One sits sighing, 
And under the willow tree 

One sits crying : — 

Under the ivy bush 

Cease from your sighing, 
But under the willow tree 

Lie down a-dying. 


I am a King, 

Or an Emperor rather, 
I wear crown-imperial 

And prince's-feather ; 
Golden-rod is the sceptre 

I wield and wag, 
And a broad purple flag-flower 

Waves for my flag. 

Elder the pithy 

With old-man and sage, 
These are my councillors 

Green in old age ; 
Lords-and-ladies in silence 

Stand round me and wait, 
While gay ragged-robin 

Makes bows at my gate. 


There is one that has a head without an eye, 
And there 's one that has an eye without a head 

You may find the answer if you try ; 
And when all is said, 
Half the answer hangs upon a thread ! 

If a mouse could fly, 

Or if a crow could swim, 

Or if a sprat could walk and talk, 
I 'd like to be like him. 

If a mouse could fly, 

He might fly away ; 
Or if a crow could swim, 

It might turn him grey ; 
Or if a sprat could walk and talk, 
What would he find to say? 


Sing me a song — 

What shall I sing? — 

Three merry sisters 
Dancing in a ring, 

Light and fleet upon their feet 
As birds upon the wing. 

Tell me a tale — 

What shall I tell?— 
Two mournful sisters, 

And a tolling knell, 
Tolling ding and tolling dong, 

Ding dong bell. 


The lily has an air, 

And the snowdrop a grace, 
And the sweetpea a way, 

And the heartsease a face, — 
Yet there 's nothing like the rose 
When she blows. 



Margaret has a milking-pail, 

And she rises early ; 
Thomas has a threshing-flail, 

And he 's up betimes. 
Sometimes crossing through the grass 

Where the dew lies pearly, 
They say " Good morrow " as they pass 
By the leafy limes. 

In the meadow — what in the meadow? 
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet, 
And fairy rings for the children's feet 
In the meadow. 

In the garden — what in the garden? 
Jacob's-ladder and Solomon's-seal, 
And Love-lies-bleeding beside All-heal 
In the garden. 

A frisky lamb 
And a frisky child 
Playing their pranks 

In a cowslip meadow : 
The sky all blue 
And the air all mild 
And the fields all sun 

And the lanes half shadow. 


Mix a pancake, 
Stir a pancake, 

Pop it in the pan ; 
Fry the pancake, 
Toss the pancake, — 

Catch it if you can. 



The wind has such a rainy sound 
Moaning through the town, 

The sea has such a windy sound, - 
Will the ships go down? 

The apples in the orchard 

Tumble from their tree. — 
Oh, will the ships go down, go down, 

In the windy sea ? 

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Three little children 

On the wide wide earth, 

Motherless children — 

Cared for from their birth 
By tender angels. 

Three little children 
On the wide wide sea, 

Motherless children — 
Safe as safe can be 
With guardian angels. 


Fly away, fly away over the sea, 

Sun-loving swallow, for summer is done; 

Come again, come again, come back to me, 
Bringing the summer and bringing the sun. 


Minnie bakes oaten cakes, 

Minnie brews ale, 
All because her Johnny 's coming 

Home from sea. 
And she glows like a rose, 

Who was so pale, 
And " Are you sure the church clock goes ? 
Says she. 


A white hen sitting 

On white eggs three : 
Next, three speckled chickens 

As plump as plump can be. 

An owl, and a hawk, 

And a bat come to see : 
But chicks beneath their mother's wing 

Squat safe as safe can be. 


Currants on a bush, 

And figs upon a stem, 
And cherries on a bending bough, 

And Ned to gather them. 


Playing at bob cherry 

Tom and Nell and Hugh : 

Cherry bob ! cherry bob ! 
There 's a bob for you. 

Tom bobs a cherry 

For gaping snapping Hugh, 
While curly-pated Nelly 

Snaps at it too. 

Look, look, look — 

Oh what a sight to see ! 

The wind is playing cherry bob 
With the cherry tree. 

I have but one rose in the world, 
And my one rose stands a-drooping 

Oh, when my single rose is dead 
There'll be but thorns for stooping. 

Rosy maiden Winifred, 
With a milkpail on her head, 
Tripping through the corn, 

While the dew lies on the wheat 
In the sunny morn. 
Scarlet shepherd's-weatherglass 
Spreads wide open at her feet 
As they pass ; 
Cornflowers give their almond smell 
While she brushes by, 
And a lark sings from the sky 
" All is well." 


Blind from my birth, 

Where flowers are springing 

I sit on earth 

All dark. 

Hark! hark! 

A lark is singing, 

His notes are all for me, 

For me his mirth : — 

Till some day I shall see 

Beautiful flowers 

And birds in bowers 

Where all Joy Bells are ringing 

When the cows come home the milk is coming, 

Honey 's made while the bees are humming ; 

Duck and drake on the rushy lake, 

And the deer live safe in the breezy brake ; 

And timid, funny, brisk little bunny, 

Winks his nose and sits all sunny. 


Roses blushing red and white, 

For delight ; 
Honeysuckle wreaths above, 

For love ; 
Dim sweet-scented heliotrope, 

For hope ; 
Shining lilies tall and straight, 

For royal state ; 
Dusky pansies, let them be 

For memory ; 
With violets of fragrant breath, 

For death. 

''Ding a ding," 

The sweet belJs sing, 

And say : 
' Come, all be gay " 

For a wedding day. 

' Dong a dong," 
The beJJs sigh Jong, 
And call : 

Weep one, weep all 
For a funeral. 

A ring upon her finger, 

Walks the bride, 
With the bridegroom tall and handsome 

At her side. 

A veil upon her forehead, 

Walks the bride, 
With the bridegroom proud and merry 

At her side. 

Fling flowers beneath the footsteps 

Of the bride ; 
Fling flowers before the bridegroom 

At her side. 

" Ferry me across the water, 
Do, boatman, do." 


you ve a penny in your purse 
I 'Jl ferry you." 

I h 

ave a penny in my purse, 

And my eyes are blue ; 
So ferry me across the water, 
Do, boatman, do.' 1 

Step into my ferry-boat, 

Be they black or blue, 
And for the penny in your purse 

I 'II ferry you." 

When a mounting skylark sings 
In the sunlit summer morn, 

I know that heaven is up on high. 
And on earth are fields of corn. 

But when a nightingale sings 
In the moonlit summer even, 

I know not if earth is merely earth. 
Only that heaven is heaven. 

Who has seen the wind ? 

Neither I nor you : 
But when the leaves hang trembling 

The wind is passing thro'. 

Who has seen the wind? 

Neither you nor I : 
But when the trees bow down their heads 

The wind is passing by. 

The horses of the sea 
Rear a foaming crest, 

But the horses of the land 
Serve us the best. 

The horses of the Jand 
Munch corn and clover, 

While the foaming sea-horses 
Toss and turn over. 

O sailor, come ashore, 

What have you brought for me 
Red coral, white coral, 

Coral from the sea. 

I did not dig it from the ground, 
Nor pluck it from a tree ; 

Feeble insects made it 
In the stormy sea. 

A diamond or a coal ? 

A diamond, if you please : 
Who cares about a clumsy coal 

Beneath the summer trees ? 

A diamond or a coal ? 

A coal, sir, if you please : 
One comes to care about the coal 

What time the waters freeze. 

An emerald is as green as grass ; 

A ruby red as blood ; 
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven 

A flint lies in the mud. 

A diamond is a brilliant stone, 
To catch the world's desire ; 

An opal holds a fiery spark ; 
But a flint holds fire. 


Boats sail on the rivers, 

And ships sail on the seas ; 

But clouds that sail across the sky 
Are prettier far than these. 

There are bridges on the rivers, 

As pretty as you please ; 
But the bow that bridges heaven, 

And overtops the trees, 
And builds a road from earth to sky, 

Is prettier far than these. 


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The lily has a smooth stalk, 
Will never hurt your hand ; 

But the rose upon her briar 
Is lady of the land. 

There 's sweetness in an apple tree, 

And profit in the corn ; 
But lady of all beauty 

Is a rose upon a thorn. 

When with moss and honey 
She tips her bending briar, 

And half unfolds her glowing heart, 
She sets the world on fire. 

Hurt no living thing : 

Ladybird, nor butterfly, 
Nor moth with dusty wing, 

Nor cricket chirping cheerily, 
Nor grasshopper so light of leap, 

Nor dancing gnat, nor beetle fat, 
Nor harmless worms that creep. 


I caught a little ladybird 

That flies far away ; 
I caught a little lady wife 

That is both staid and gay. 

Come back, my scarlet ladybird, 

Back from far away ; 
I weary of my dolly wife, 

My wife that cannot play. 

She 's such a senseless wooden thing 
She stares the livelong day ; 

Her wig of gold is stiff and cold 
And cannot change to grey. 


All the bells were ringing 
And all the birds were singing, 
When Molly sat down crying 

For her broken doll : 

O you silly Moll! 
Sobbing and sighing 

For a broken doll, 
When all the bells are ringing, 
And all the birds are singing. 


Wee wee husband, 

Give me some money, 
I have no comfits, 

And I have no honey. 

Wee wee wifie, 

I have no money, 
Milk, nor meat, nor bread to eat, 

Comfits, nor honey. 


I have a little husband 

And he is gone to sea, 
The winds that whistle round his ship 

Fly home to me. 

The winds that sigh about me 

Return again to him ; 
So I would fly, if only I 

Were light of limb. 


The dear old woman in the lane 

Is sick and sore with pains and aches, 

We '11 go to her this afternoon, 

And take her tea and eggs and cakes. 

We'll stop to make the kettle boil, 
And brew some tea, and set the tray, 

And poach an egg, and toast a cake, 
And wheel her chair round, if we may. 


Swift and sure the swallow, 
Slow and sure the snail : 

Slow and sure may miss his way, 
Swift and sure may fail. 



I dreamt I caught a little owl 
And the bird was blue- — 

But you may hunt for ever 
And not find such an one." 

I dreamt I set a sunflower, 
And red as blood it grew — 

But such a sunflower never 
Bloomed beneath the sun." 


What does the bee do? 

Bring home honey. 
And what does Father do? 

Bring home money. 
And what does Mother do? 

Lay out the money. 
And what does baby do? 

Eat up the honey. 


I have a Poll parrot, 
And Poll is my doll, 

And my nurse is Polly, 
And my sister Poll. 

Polly!" cried Polly, 
Don't tear Polly dolly "- 
While soft-hearted Poll 
Trembled for the doll. 

A house of cards 
Is neat and small 

Shake the table, 
It must fall. 

Find the Court card< 

One by one ; 
Raise it, roof it, — 

Now it 's done : — 
Shake the table! 

That 's the fun. 

The rose with such a bonny blush, 
What has the rose to blush about? 

If it 's the sun that makes her flush, 
What 's in the sun to flush about ? 


The rose that blushes rosy red, 
She must hang her head ; 

The lily that blows spotless white, 
She may stand upright. 

Oh, fair to see 
Bloom-laden cherry tree, 

Arrayed in sunny white ; 

An April day's delight, 
Oh, fair to see ! 

Oh, fair to see 

Fruit-laden cherry tree, 
With balls of shining red 
Decking a leafy head, 

Oh, fair to see ! 


Clever little Willie wee, 

Bright-eyed, blue-eyed little fellow 
Merry little Margery 

With her hair all yellow. 

Little Willie in his heart 

Is a sailor on the sea, 
And he often cons a chart 

With sister Margery. 


The peach tree on the southern wall 
Has basked so long beneath the sun, 

Her score of peaches great and small 
Bloom rosy, every one. 

A peach for brothers, one for each, 

A peach for you and a peach for me ; 

But the biggest, rosiest, downiest peach 
For Grandmamma with her tea. 


A rose has thorns as well as honey, 
I '11 not have her for love or money ; 
An iris grows so straight and fine, 
That she shall be no friend of mine ; 
Snowdrops like the snow would chill me ; 
Nightshade would caress and kill me ; 
Crocus like a spear would fright me ; 
Dragon's-mouth might bark or bite me ; 
Convolvulus but blooms to die ; 

A wind-flower suggests a sigh ; 
Love-lies-bleeding makes me sad ; 
And poppy-juice would drive me mad 
But give me holly, bold and jolly, 
Honest, prickly, shining holly ; 
Pluck me holly leaf and berrv 
For the day when I make merry. 



Is the moon tired? she looks so pale 
Within her misty veil : 
She scales the sky from east to west, 
And takes no rest. 

Before the coming of the night 
The moon shows papery white ; 
Before the dawning of the day 
She fades away. 

If stars dropped out of heaven, 
And if flowers took their place, 

The sky would still look very fair, 
And fair earth's face. 

Winged angels might fly down to us 

To pluck the stars, 
But we could only long for flowers 

Beyond the cloudy bars. 


: Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow, 

Goodbye, and all in vain, 
Never to meet again, my dear — " 

" Never to part again." 
; Goodbye to-day, goodbye to-morrow, 

Goodbye till earth shall wane, 
Never to meet again, my dear — " 

" Never to part again." 


If the sun could tell us half 

That he hears and sees, 
Sometimes he would make us laugh, 

Sometimes make us cry : 
Think of all the birds that make 

Homes among the trees ; 

Think of cruel boys who take 

Birds that cannot fly. 


If the moon came from heaven, 

Talking all the way, 
What could she have to tell us, 

And what could she sav ? 

I 've seen a hundred pretty things, 
And seen a hundred gay ; 

But only think : I peep by night 
And do not peep by day ! " 

O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east: 

Shine, be increased ; 
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west: 

Wane, be at rest. 


What do the stars do 

Up in the sky, 
Higher than the wind can blow, 

Or the clouds can fly? 

Each star in its own glory 

Circles, circles still ; 
As it was lit to shine and set, 

And do its Maker's will. 


Motherless baby and babyless mother, 
Bring them together to love one another. 


Crimson curtains round my mother's bed, 

Silken soft as may be ; 
Cool white curtains round about my bed, 

For I am but a baby. 


Baby lies so fast asleep 

That we cannot wake her : 

Will the Angels clad in white 
Fly from heaven to take her? 

Baby lies so fast asleep 

That no pain can grieve her ; 
Put a snowdrop in her hand, 

Kiss her once and leave her. 


I know a baby, such a baby, — 

Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink, 

Such an elbow furrowed with dimples, 
Such a wrist where creases sink. 

Cuddle and love me, cuddle and love me," 
Crows the mouth of coral pink : 

Oh, the bald head, and, oh, the sweet lips, 
And, oh, the sleepy eyes that wink ! 


Lullaby, oh, lullaby ! 
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping 

Lullaby, oh, lullaby! 
Stars are up, the moon is peeping ; 

Lullaby, oh, lullaby ! 
While the birds are silence keeping, 

(Lullaby, oh, lullaby!) 
Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping, 

Lullaby, oh, lullaby! 


Lie a-bed, 

Sleepy head, 

Shut up eyes, bo-peep 

Till daybreak 

Never wake : — 

Baby, sleep. 



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