The Real Mother Goose eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 67 pages of information about The Real Mother Goose.

The Real Mother Goose eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 67 pages of information about The Real Mother Goose.

JENNY WREN

As little Jenny Wren
    Was sitting by her shed. 
She waggled with her tail,
    And nodded with her head. 
She waggled with her tail,
    And nodded with her head,
As little Jenny Wren
    Was sitting by the shed.

LITTLE TOM TUCKER

Little Tom Tucker
    Sings for his supper. 
What shall he eat? 
    White bread and butter. 
How will he cut it
    Without e’er a knife? 
How will he be married
    Without e’er a wife?

WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID

“Where are you going, my pretty maid?”
“I’m going a-milking, sir,” she said. 
“May I go with you, my pretty maid?”
“You’re kindly welcome, sir,” she said. 
“What is your father, my pretty maid?”
“My father’s a farmer, sir,” she said. 
“What is your fortune, my pretty maid?”
“My face is my fortune, sir,” she said. 
“Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid.” 
“Nobody asked you, sir,” she said.

THE OLD WOMAN OF GLOUCESTER

There was an old woman of Gloucester,
Whose parrot two guineas it cost her,
    But its tongue never ceasing,
    Was vastly displeasing
To the talkative woman of Gloucester.

MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION

Multiplication is vexation,
    Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
    And Practice drives me mad.

LITTLE KING BOGGEN

Little King Boggen, he built a fine hall,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and white,
And slated with pan-cakes,—­you ne’er saw the like!

WHISTLE

“Whistle, daughter, whistle;
    Whistle, daughter dear.” 
“I cannot whistle, mammy,
    I cannot whistle clear.” 
“Whistle, daughter, whistle;
    Whistle for a pound.” 
“I cannot whistle, mammy,
    I cannot make a sound.”

BELL HORSES

Bell horses, bell horses, what time of day? 
One o’clock, two o’clock, three and away.

TAFFY

Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,
Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not home;
Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.

I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;
I went to Taffy’s house, Taffy was in bed,
I took up the marrow-bone and flung it at his head.

THE ROBIN

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