CHILDHOOD'S FAVORITES
AND FAIRY STORIES
HAMILTON WRIGHT MABIE
EDWARD EVERETT HALE
WILLIAM BYRON FORBUSH
Editors
JENNIE ELLIS BURDICK
Assistant Editor
Volume One
The Young Folks Treasury
NEW YORK
THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY
INCORPORATED
1927
COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY
THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
COPYRIGHT, 1909, 1917, BY
THE UNIVERSITY SOCIETY INC.
EDITORS
HAMILTON WRIGHT MABIE, L.H.D., LL.D.
EDWARD EVERETT HALE, D.D., LL.D.
WILLIAM BYRON FORBUSH, Ph.D., Litt.D.
ASSISTANT EDITOR
JENNIE ELLIS BURDICK
Partial List of Authors and Editors Represented in The Young Folks Treasury by Selections from Their Writings:
WOODROW WILSON, Twenty-eighth President of the United States. THEODORE ROOSEVELT, Twenty-sixth President of the United States. HENRY VAN DYKE, poet, essayist, and diplomatist. LYMAN ABBOTT, editor of "The Outlook." RUDYARD KIPLING, poet and story-teller. GENERAL SIR R. S. BADEN-POWELL, founder of the Boy Scouts. BECKLES WILLSON, author of "The Romance of Canada." IDA PRENTICE WHITCOMB, author of "Young People's Story of Art." ELLEN VELVIN, writer of animal stories. MARY MACGREGOR, author of "King Arthur's Knights," etc. RALPH HENRY BARBOUR, author of boys' stories. T. GILBERT PEARSON, executive secretary, National Association of Audubon Societies. JOSEPH JACOBS, authority upon folklore. THEODORE WOOD, writer on natural history. ERNEST THOMPSON SETON, writer of stories about natural history and founder of the Woodcraft League. AMY STEEDMAN, writer on biography. EVERETT T. TOMLINSON, author of boys' stories. RALPH D. PAINE, author of boys' stories. A. FREDERICK COLLINS, author of boys' books. DON C. BLISS, educator. BLISS CARMAN, poet and essayist. SIR JAMES MATTHEW BARRIE, novelist. WILLIAM CANTON, story-teller. HERMANN HAGEDORN, poet. ELBRIDGE S. BROOKS, writer of boys' stories. ALFRED G. GARDINER, editor of "The London News." FRANKLIN K. LANE, United States Secretary of the Interior. JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS, creator of "Uncle Remus." ERNEST INGERSOLL, naturalist. WILLIAM L. FINLEY, State biologist, Oregon. CHARLES G. D. ROBERTS, writer of animal stories. E. NESBIT, novelist and poet. ARCHIBALD WILLIAMS, author of "How It Is Done," etc. IRA REMSEN, former president of Johns Hopkins University. GIFFORD PINCHOT, professor of forestry, Yale University. GUSTAVE KOBBÉ, writer of biographies. JACOB A. RIIS, philanthropist and author. EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER, story-writer and poet. JOHN LANG, writer of children's books. JEANIE LANG, writer of children's books. JOHN H. CLIFFORD, editor and writer. HERBERT T. WADE, editor and writer on physics. CHARLES R. GIBSON, writer on electricity. LILIAN CASK, writer on natural history. BLANCHE MARCHESI, opera singer and teacher. JOHN FINNEMORE, traveler and writer of boys' stories. ALEXANDER GRAHAM BELL, inventor of the telephone. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY, poet. CHARLES H. CAFFIN, author of "A Guide to Pictures." JAMES CARDINAL GIBBONS. ANDREW F. CURRIER, M.D., popular medical writer. HELEN KELLER, the blind and deaf writer. OLIVER HERFORD, humorist and illustrator.
GENERAL INTRODUCTION
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Books are as much a part of the furnishing of a house as tables and chairs, and in the making of a home they belong, not with the luxuries but with the necessities. A bookless house is not a home; for a home affords food and shelter for the mind as well as for the body. It is as great an offence against a child to starve his mind as to starve his body, and there is as much danger of reducing his vitality and putting him at a disadvantage in his lifework in the one as in the other form of deprivation. There was a time when it was felt that shelter, clothing, food and physical oversight comprised the whole duty of a charitable institution to dependent children; to-day no community would permit such an institution to exist unless it provided school privileges. An acute sense of responsibility toward children is one of the prime characteristics of American society, shown in the vast expenditures for public education in all forms, in the increasing attention paid to light, ventilation, and safety in school buildings, in the opening of play grounds in large cities, in physical supervision of children in schools, and the agitation against the employment of children in factories, and in other and less obvious ways.
Children are helpless to protect themselves and secure what they need for health of body and mind; they are exceedingly impressionable; and the future is always in their hands. The first and most imperative duty of parents is to give their children the best attainable preparation for life, no matter at what sacrifice to themselves. There are hosts of fathers and mothers who recognize this obligation but do not know how to discharge it; who are eager to give their children the most wholesome conditions, but do not know how to secure them; who are especially anxious that their children should start early and start right on that highway of education which is the open road to honorable success. There are many homes in which books would find abundant room if the heads of the families knew what books to buy, or had the means to put into the hands of the growing child the reading matter it needs in the successive periods of its growth.
This condition of eagerness to give the best, and of ignorance of how or where to find the best is the justification for the publication of this set of books. The attempt has been made in a series of twelve volumes to bring together in convenient form the fairy stories, myths, and legends which have fed the children of many generations in the years when the imagination is awakening and craving stimulus and material to work upon;--that age of myth-making which is a prelude to the more scientific uses of the mind and of immense importance in an intensely practical age;--a group of tales of standard quality and an interest and value which have placed them among the permanent possessions of English literature; a careful selection of stories of animal life; a natural history, familiar in style and thoroughly trustworthy in fact; an account of those travels and adventures which have opened up the earth and made its resources available, and which constitute one of the most heroic chapters in the history of the long struggle of men to possess the earth and make it a home for the highest kind of civilization; a record of heroism taken from the annals of the patriots and of those brave men who, in all ages, ranks of society and occupations, have dared to face great dangers in the path of duty and science, with special attention to that everyday heroism in which the age is specially rich and of which so many good people are grossly ignorant; a survey of scientific achievement, with reports of recent discoveries in knowledge and adaptation of knowledge to human need; a group of biographies of the men and women--mostly Americans--who are the most stimulating companions for boys and girls; a volume on the Fine Arts dealing with music, painting, sculpture, architecture, in a way to instruct young readers and making accessible a large number of those songs which appeal in the best way to children in schools and homes; a collection of the best poetry for the youngest and oldest readers, chosen not only for excellence from the standpoint of art, but deep and abiding human interest; and a volume devoted to the occupations and resources of the home, addressed to parents no less than to children, with practical suggestions about books and reading, games and amusements, exercise and health, and those kindred topics which have to do with making the home wholesome and attractive.
These twelve volumes aim, in brief, to make the home the most inspiring school and the most attractive place for pleasure, and to bring the best the world has to offer of adventure, heroism, achievement and beauty within its four walls.
Special attention has been given to the youngest children whose interests are often neglected because they are thought to be too immature to receive serious impressions from what is read to them. Psychology is beginning to make us understand that no greater mistake can be made in the education of children than underrating the importance of the years when the soil receives the seed most quickly. For education of the deepest sort--the planting of those formative ideas which give final direction and quality to the intellectual life--there is no period so important as the years between three and six, and none so fruitful. To put in the seed at that time is, as a rule, to decide the kind of harvest the child will reap later; whether he shall be a shrewd, keen, clever, ambitious man, with a hard, mechanical mind, bent on getting the best of the world; or a generous, fruitful, open-minded man, intent on living the fullest life in mind and heart. No apology is offered for giving large space to myths, legends, fairy stories, tales of all sorts, and to poetry; for in these expressions of the creative mind is to be found the material on which the imagination has fed in every age and which is, for the most part, conspicuously absent from our educational programmes.
America has at present greater facility in producing "smart" men than in producing able men; the alert, quick-witted, money-maker abounds, but the men who live with ideas, who care for the principles of things, and who make life rich in resource and interest are comparatively few. America needs poetry more than it needs industrial training; though the two ought never to be separated. The time to awaken the imagination, which is the creative faculty, is early childhood; and the most accessible material for this education is the literature which the race created in its childhood. The creative man, whether in the arts or in practical affairs, in poetry, in engineering or in business, is always the man of imagination.
In this library for young people the attempt has been made not only to give the child what it needs but in the form which is most easily understood. For this reason some well-known stories have been retold in simpler English than their classic forms present. This is especially true of many tales for any young children reprinted by special arrangement from recent English sources. In some cases, where the substance has seemed of more importance to the child than the form, simpler words and forms of expression have been substituted for more complex or abstract phrases, and passages of minor importance have been condensed or omitted.
The aim in making the selections in this set of books has been to interest the child and give it what it needs for normal growth; the material has been taken from many sources old and new; much of the reading matter presented has been familiar in one form or another, to generations of children; much has appeared for the first time within the last ten years; a considerable part has been prepared especially for the Treasury and a large part has been selected from the best writing in the various fields.
It is the hope of the Editor that this "Treasury" or "Library" will justify its title by its real and fundamental service to children and parents alike.
HAMILTON W. MABIE
INTRODUCTION
Since this series of books is intended for all young people from one to one hundred, it opens with about eighty of the old MOTHER GOOSE RHYMES. Nothing better was ever invented to tell to little folks who are young enough for lullabies. Their rhythm, their humor, and their pith will always cause us to prize them as the Babies' Classics.
Next come a score of the most famous NURSERY TALES, the kind that children cry for and love to hear fifty times over. And since, just as soon as little folks like stories they love to hear them in rhyme, here are forty CHILDREN'S FAVORITE POEMS.
What would young life be without "Puss in Boots" and "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Sleeping Beauty"? Our TREASURY would indeed be poor without them, so these FAVORITE STORIES come next, yoked with some OLD-FASHIONED POEMS in story-form, as "The Night before Christmas," "The Wonderful World," and "Little Orphant Annie." All who love pets and animals have always liked FABLES, so here are the noted parables of Æsop, and the lesser-known but even more jolly tales from East Indian sources.
The fairy-tale age is supposed to come from four to nine, but the editors are sure it lasts much longer than that. However this may be, the better half of our first volume is given up to FAIRY TALES AND LAUGHTER STORIES from all over the world.
It ends with TALES FOR TINY TOTS, the kind that mother reads beside the fire at bedtime, some of them old, like the "Little Red Hen" and "Peter Rabbit," and some of them newer, like "The Greedy Brownie" and "The Birthday Honors of the Fairy Queen."
WILLIAM BYRON FORBUSH.
CONTENTS
General Introduction to Young Folks' Treasury vii Introduction xi
NURSERY RHYMES
Hush-a-bye, Baby, on the Tree-top; Rock-a-bye, Baby thy Cradle is Green; Bye, Baby Bunting; Hush Thee, my Babby; Sleep, Baby, Sleep; This Little Pig Went to Market; etc., etc. 1-31
NURSERY TALES
The Three Bears 32 Cinderella 35 The Three Brothers 41 The Wren and the Bear 42 Chicken-Licken 45 The Fox and the Cat 47 The Rats and their Son-in-Law 48 The Mouse and the Sausage 50 Johnny and the Golden Goose 51 Titty Mouse and Tatty Mouse 56 Teeny Tiny 58 The Spider and the Flea 60 The Little Shepherd Boy 61 The Three Spinners 62 The Cat and the Mouse in Partnership 65 The Sweet Soup 68 The Straw, the Coal, and the Bean 68 Why the Bear Has a Stumpy Tail 70 The Three Little Pigs 71
CHILDREN'S FAVORITE POEMS
The Three Children 75 The Owl and the Pussy-Cat--Edward Lear 75 Kindness to Animals 77 How Doth the Little Busy Bee--Isaac Watts 77 Suppose--Phoebe Cary 78 Twinkle, Twinkle 79 Pretty Cow--Jane Taylor 80 The Three Little Kittens--Eliza Lee Follen 80 The Land of Counterpane--Robert Louis Stevenson 82 There was a Little Girl--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 82 The Boy who never Told a Lie 83 Foreign Children--Robert Louis Stevenson 84 The Unseen Playmate--Robert Louis Stevenson 84 I saw Three Ships 85 A Was an Ant--Edward Lear 86 The Table and the Chair--Edward Lear 91 Precocious Piggy--Thomas Hood 93 A Boy's Song--James Hogg 94 Buttercups and Daisies--Mary Howitt 95 The Violet--Jane Taylor 96 If ever I See--Lydia Maria Child 97 The Little Land--Robert Louis Stevenson 97 A Lobster Quadrille--Lewis Carroll 99 Where Go the Boats--Robert Louis Stevenson 100 The Wind and the Moon--George Macdonald 101 Where are you Going my Pretty Maid 103 The Lost Doll--Charles Kingsley 104 Foreign Lands--Robert Louis Stevenson 104 Bed in Summer--Robert Louis Stevenson 105 Try Again 106 A Good Play--Robert Louis Stevenson 106 Good Night and Good Morning--Richard Monckton Milnes 107 The Wind--Robert Louis Stevenson 108 The Spider and the Fly--Mary Howitt 109 Let Dogs Delight to Bark and Bite--Isaac Watts 110 Child's Evening Hymn--Sabine Baring-Gould 111
CHILDREN'S FAVORITE STORIES
Hansel and Gretel 113 The Fair Catherine and Pif-Paf Poltrie 120 The Wolf and the Fox 122 Descreet Hans 123 Puss in Boots 126 The Elves and the Shoemaker 131 Hans in Luck 133 Master of All Masters 138 Belling the Cat 139 Little Red Riding-Hood 140 The Nail 144 Jack and the Beanstalk 145 How to Tell a True Princess 149 The Sleeping Beauty 150
OLD FASHIONED POEMS
The Man in the Moon--James Whitcombe Riley 158 Sage Counsel--Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch 160 Limericks--Edward Lear 161 More Limericks--Rudyard Kipling and Anonymous 162 The Dead Doll--Margaret Vandergrift 163 Little Things--Ascribed to Julia A. F. Carney 165 The Golden Rule--Unknown 165 Do the Best You Can--Unknown 165 The Voice of Spring 166 The Lark and the Rook--Unknown 166 Thanksgiving Day--Lydia Maria Child 168 The Magpie's Nest--Unknown 169 The Fairies of Caldon Low--Mary Howitt 169 The Land of Story Books--Robert Louis Stevenson 172 A Visit From St. Nicholas--Clement Clarke Moore 173 Little Orphant Annie--James Whitcombe Riley 175 The Chatterbox--Ann Taylor 177 The Voice of Spring--Felicia Dorothea Hemans 178 The History Lesson--Anonymous 179 Song of Life--Charles Mackay 180 The Good Time Coming--Charles Mackay 181 Windy Nights--Robert Louis Stevenson 183 The Wonderful World--William Brighty Rands 184 Hark! Hark! The Lark--William Shakespeare 185 Jog On, Jog On--William Shakespeare 185 Sweet Story of Old--Jemima Luke 186 My Shadow--Robert Louis Stevenson 186 By Cool Siloam's Shady Rill--Reginald Heber 187 The Wind in a Frolic--William Howitt 188 The Graves of a Household--Felicia Dorothea Hemans 189 We Are Seven--William Wordsworth 190 The Better Land--Felicia Dorothea Hemans 193 The Juvenile Orator--David Everett 194 The Fox and the Crow--Little B. (Taylor?) 195 The Use of Flowers--Mary Howitt 196 Contented John--Jane Taylor 197 The Old Man's Comforts, and How He Gained Them--Robert Southey 198 The Frost--Hannah Flagg Gould 199 The Battle of Blenheim--Robert Southey 200 The Chameleon--James Merrick (from M. de Lamotte) 202 The Blackberry Girl--Unknown 205 Mabel on Midsummer Day--Mary Howitt 207 Llewellyn and his Dog--Willim Robert Spencer 214 The Snowbird's Song--Francis C. Woodworth 217 For A' That and A' That--Robert Burns 218
FABLES
FABLES FROM ÆSOP
The Goose that Laid Golden Eggs 220 The Boys and the Frogs 220 The Lion and the Mouse 220 The Fox and the Grapes 221 The Frog and the Ox 221 The Cat, the Monkey, and the Chestnuts 221 The Country Maid and Her Milkpail 222 The Ass in the Lion's Skin 222 The Tortoise and the Hare 223 The Vain Jackdaw 223 The Fox Without a Tail 224 The Wolf in Sheep's Clothing 224 The Crow and the Pitcher 225 The Man, his Son, and his Ass 225
FABLES OF INDIA
Adapted by P. V. Ramaswami Raju
The Camel and the Pig 226 The Man and his Piece of Cloth 227 The Sea, the Fox, and the Wolf 227 The Birds and the Lime 228 The Raven and the Cattle 228 Tinsel and Lightning 229 The Ass and the Watchdog 229 The Lark and its Young Ones 230 The Two Gems 230
FAIRY TALES AND LAUGHTER STORIES
SCANDINAVIAN STORIES
The Hardy Tin Soldier--Hans Christian Andersen 232 The Fir Tree--Hans Christian Andersen 236 The Darning-Needle--Hans Christian Andersen 245 Thumbelina--Hans Christian Andersen 248 The Tinder-Box--Hans Christian Andersen 258 Boots and his Brothers--George Webbe Dasent 268 The Husband who was to Mind the House George Webbe Dasent 273 Buttercup--George Webbe Dasent 275
GERMAN STORIES
Seven at One Blow--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 279 One Eye, Two Eyes, Three Eyes--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 286 The Musicians of Bremen--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 293 The Fisherman and his Wife--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 296 Little Snow-White--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 304 The Goose Girl--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 313 The Golden Bird--Wilhelm and Jakob Grimm 318
FRENCH STORIES
Beauty and the Beast--Adapted by E. Nesbit 326 The White Cat--The Comtesse d'Aulnoy 335 The Story of Pretty Goldilocks 341 Toads and Diamonds 346
ENGLISH STORIES
The History of Tom-Thumb--Adapted by Ernest Rhys 349 Jack the Giant Killer--Adapted by Joseph Jacobs 356 The Three Sillies--Adapted by Joseph Jacobs 366
CELTIC STORIES
King O'Toole and his Goose--Adapted by Joseph Jacobs 370 The Haughty Princess--Adapted by Patrick Kennedy 373 Jack and his Master--Adapted by Joseph Jacobs 376 Hudden and Dudden and Donald O'Neary Adapted by Joseph Jacobs 383 Connla of the Golden Hair and the Fairy Maiden Adapted by Patrick Weston Joyce 389
ITALIAN STORIES
Pinocchio's Adventures in Wonderland--Carlo Lorenzini 394
JAPANESE STORIES
The Story of the Man who did not wish to Die Adapted by Yei Theodora Ozaki 420 The Accomplished and Lucky Teakettle Adapted by A. B. Mitford 427 The Tongue-cut Sparrow 428 Battle of the Monkey and the Crab 429 Momotaro, or Little Peachling 431 Uraschina Taro and the Turtle 432
EAST INDIAN STORIES
The Son of Seven Queens--Adapted by Joseph Jacobs 436 Who Killed the Otter's Babies--Adapted by Walter Skeat 444 The Alligator and the Jackal--Adapted by M. Frere 446 The Farmer and the Money Lender 450 Tit for Tat--Adapted by M. Frere 452 Singh Rajah and the Cunning Little Jackals Adapted by M. Frere 454
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
The White Stone Canoe--Adapted by H. R. Schoolcraft 456 The Maiden who Loved a Fish 459 The Star Wife 462
ARABIAN STORIES
The Story of Caliph Stork 468 Persevere and Prosper--Adapted by A. R. Montalba 473
CHINESE STORIES
The Most Frugal of Men 476 The Moon-Cake 477 The Ladle that Fell from the Moon 478 The Young Head of the Family 480 A Dreadful Boar 484
RUSSIAN STORIES
King Kojata 487 The Story of King Frost 492
TALES FOR TINY TOTS
Tell Us a Tale--Edward Shirley 496 Little Red Hen 497 In Search of a Baby--F. Tapsell 498 Jock and I and the Others 500 Dolly Dimple--F. Tapsell 502 The Tale of Peter Rabbit--Beatrix Potter 503 The Miller, His Son, and Their Ass 506 The Visit to Santa Claus Land 507 The Greedy Brownie 511 The Fairies' Passage--James Clarence Mangan 513 The World 515
FANCIFUL STORIES
White Magic 516 The Brownies--Juliana Horatia Ewing 517 The Story of Peter Pan 522 Sir Lark and King Sun--George MacDonald 525 The Imps in the Heavenly Meadow--Kate E. Bunce 526 The Birthday Honors of the Fairy Queen--Hapgood Moore 531
ILLUSTRATIONS
Thumbelina Came to Live with the Field-Mouse (color) Frontispiece Simple Simon Went a-Fishing Facing Page 6 There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe 8 Little Miss Muffet 8 Old Mother Hubbard 18 The Death of Cock-Robin 26 "Who Has Been Tasting My Soup?" 34 It Was Her Fairy Godmother! 38 I Was the Giant Great and Still, that Sits Upon the Pillow Hill 82 I Found My Poor Little Doll 104 A Fair Little Girl Sat Under a Tree 108 Hansel and Gretel 118 Do Not Grieve, Dear Master 126 Little Red Riding-Hood 140 Red Riding-Hood and the Wolf 142 Prince Florimond Finds the Sleeping Beauty 150 The Tortoise and the Hare 222 The Fox without a Tail 222 A Voice Said Aloud, "The Tin Soldier!" 234 Two-Eyes, the Goat, and the 'Magic Table 286 Little Snow-White and the Peddler-Woman 306 The Prince Starts Homeward with His Treasure 322 The Castle of the White Cat 336 She Was Happy All Day Long in Fairyland 340 This is the Valiant Cornishman Who Slew the Giant Cormoran 358 Connla and the Fairy Maiden 390 A Pheasant Also Came Flying and Said: "Give Me a Dumpling" 434
(Many of the illustrations in this volume are reproduced by special permission of E. P. Dutton & Company, owners of the American rights.)
CHILDHOOD'S FAVORITES
AND
FAIRY STORIES
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NURSERY RHYMES
Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.
* * * * *
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;
Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
* * * * *
Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a-hunting,
To get a little rabbit-skin,
To wrap his baby bunting in.
* * * * *
Hush thee, my babby,
Lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
To grind thee some wheat
To make thee some meat,
And so, my dear babby, lie still.
* * * * *
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father watches the sheep;
Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,
And down falls a little dream on thee:
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep.
The large stars are the sheep,
The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,
The fair moon is the shepherdess:
Sleep, baby, sleep!
* * * * *
This little pig went to market;
This little pig stayed at home;
This little pig had roast beef;
This little pig had none;
This little pig said, "Wee, wee!
I can't find my way home."
* * * * *
Brow bender,
Eye peeper,
Nose smeller,
Mouth eater,
Chin chopper.
Knock at the door--peep in
Lift up the latch--walk in
Eye winker,
Tom Tinker,
Nose smeller,
Mouth eater,
Chin chopper.
Chin chopper.
* * * * *
Here sits the Lord Mayor,
Here sit his two men,
Here sits the cock,
And here sits the hen;
Here sit the chickens,
And here they go in,
Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
* * * * *
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I do, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
* * * * *
Pat it, kiss it,
Stroke it, bless it;
Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
Little hand all well again.
* * * * *
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full:
One for my master,
One for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives in the lane.
* * * * *
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
Where have you been?
I've been to London
To look at the Queen
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.
* * * * *
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
* * * * *
Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermair,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
* * * * *
Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play
Was, "Over the hills and far away,"
Over the hills, and a great way off,
The wind will blow my top-knot off.
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
And they always stopped to hear him play
"Over the hills and far away."
* * * * *
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,
Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:
All but one whose name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding-pan.
* * * * *
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
* * * * *
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away;
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire.
* * * * *
I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg; But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg. Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well, And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
* * * * *
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
But all the water he could find
Was in his mother's pail!
* * * * *
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper;
Went to bed to mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper.
Jill came in and she did grin,
To see his paper plaster,
Mother, vexed, did whip her next,
For causing Jack's disaster.
* * * * *
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn,
Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
* * * * *
Old Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
'T was built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
She had a son Jack,
A plain-looking lad;
He was not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought:
"Here! mother," says he,
"It will not go for nought."
Jack's goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell.
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.
* * * * *
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Where shall I wander?
Upstairs, downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him downstairs.
* * * * *
I'll tell you a story
About Mary Morey,
And now my story's begun,
I'll tell you another
About her brother,
And now my story's done.
* * * * *
Three wise men of Gotham,
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
* * * * *
There was a crooked man,
And he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat,
That caught a crooked mouse--
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house.
* * * * *
There was a man in 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.
* * * * *
Hey! diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
While the dish ran away with the spoon.
* * * * *
Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.
* * * * *
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
* * * * *
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
There came a great spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
* * * * *
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man he would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish splash that would be!
* * * * *
There was an old man,
And he had a calf,
And that's half;
He took him out of the stall,
And tied him to the wall,
And that's all.
* * * * *
The man in the wilderness asked me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answered him as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grew in the wood
* * * * *
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 for drink?
* * * * *
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me.
There were sweetmeats in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice.
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
* * * * *
My dear, do you know,
How 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 a wood, as I've heard people say.
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.
And when they were dead,
The robins so red,
Brought strawberry-leaves
And over them spread;
And all the day long,
They sung them this song:
"Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!
Oh don't you remember the babes in the wood?"
* * * * *
The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
* * * * *
I had a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint-pot,
And there I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled
And sent him out of town.
I gave him little garters,
To garter up his hose,
And a little handkerchief,
To wipe his little nose.
* * * * *
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the King?
The King was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes;
When up came a blackbird,
And nipped off her nose.
* * * * *
Little Bo-peep, she lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamed she heard them bleating;
When she awoke she found it a joke,
For they still were all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them!
It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray,
Unto a meadow hard by--
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks she raced;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
That each tail should be properly placed.
* * * * *
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
* * * * *
A farmer went trotting
Upon his gray mare;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him,
So rosy and fair;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A raven cried "Croak";
And they all tumbled down;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees,
And the farmer his crown;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump.
The mischievous raven
Flew laughing away;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them
The same the next day;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
* * * * *
This is the way the ladies ride--
Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!
This is the way the gentlemen ride--
Sitting astride, sitting astride!
This is the way the grandmothers ride--
Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!
This is the way the babykins ride--
Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!
* * * * *
WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY?
What does little birdie say,
In her nest at peep of day?
"Let me fly," says little birdie,
"Mother, let me fly away."
Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.
So she rests a little longer,
Then she flies away.
What does little baby say,
In her bed at peep of day?
Baby says, like little birdie,
"Let me rise and fly away."
Baby, sleep a little longer,
Till the little limbs are stronger.
If she sleeps a little longer,
Baby, too, shall fly away.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
* * * * *
GOOD NIGHT
Little baby, lay your head
On your pretty cradle-bed;
Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
And the light are gone away;
All the clothes are tucked in tight;
Little baby dear, good night.
Yes, my darling, well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow;
And the winter's snow and rain
Patter on the window-pane:
But they cannot come in here,
To my little baby dear;
For the window shutteth fast,
Till the stormy night is past;
And the curtains warm are spread
Round about her cradle-bed:
So till morning shineth bright,
Little baby dear, good night.
JANE TAYLOR
* * * * *
SWEET AND LOW
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me:
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
* * * * *
BABY-LAND
Which is the way to Baby-Land?
Any one can tell;
Up one flight,
To your right;
Please to ring the bell.
What can you see in Baby-Land?
Little folks in white,
Downy heads,
Cradle-beds,
Faces pure and bright.
What do they do in Baby-Land?
Dream and wake and play,
Laugh and crow,
Shout and grow,
Jolly times have they.
What do they say in Baby-Land?
Why, the oddest things;
Might as well
Try to tell
What a birdie sings.
Who is the Queen of Baby-Land?
Mother kind and sweet;
And her love,
Born above,
Guides the little feet.
GEORGE COOPER
* * * * *
Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone.
When she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's to buy him some bread, But when she came back the poor dog was dead.
She went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin, And when she came back the dog was laughing.
She went to the draper's to buy him some linen, And when she came back the good dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier's to buy him some hose, And when she came back he was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsy, the dog made a bow, The dame said "your servant," the dog said "Bow-wow."
She went to the hatter's to buy him a hat, And when she came back he was feeding the cat.
She went to the tailor's to buy him a coat, And when she came back he was riding the goat.
She went to the barber's to buy him a wig,
And when she came back he was dancing a jig.
She went to the butcher's to get him some tripe, And when she came back he was smoking a pipe.
She went to the fish-shop to buy him some fish, And when she came back he was washing the dish.
She went to the tavern for white wine and red, And when she came back the dog stood on his head.
* * * * *
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
* * * * *
POLLY
Brown eyes, straight nose;
Dirt pies, rumpled clothes.
Torn books, spoilt toys:
Arch looks, unlike a boy's;
Little rages, obvious arts;
(Three her age is), cakes, tarts;
Falling down off chairs;
Breaking crown down stairs;
Catching flies on the pane;
Deep sighs--cause not plain;
Bribing you with kisses
For a few farthing blisses.
Wide-a-wake; as you hear,
"Mercy's sake, quiet, dear!"
New shoes, new frock;
Vague views of what's o'clock
When it's time to go to bed,
And scorn sublime for what is said
Folded hands, saying prayers,
Understands not nor cares--
Thinks it odd, smiles away;
Yet may God hear her pray!
Bed gown white, kiss Dolly;
Good night!--that's Polly,
Fast asleep, as you see,
Heaven keep my girl for me!
WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS
* * * * *
CRADLE HYMN
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
Holy angels guard thy bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.
Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;
All without thy care, or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.
See the kindly shepherds round him,
Telling wonders from the sky!
When they sought Him, there they found Him,
With his Virgin-Mother by.
See the lovely babe a-dressing;
Lovely infant, how He smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child.
Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
Where the honest oxen fed;
--Peace, my darling! here's no danger!
Here's no ox a-near thy bed!
Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days;
Then go dwell forever near Him,
See His face, and sing His praise!
I could give thee thousand kisses,
Hoping what I most desire;
Not a mother's fondest wishes
Can to greater joys aspire.
ISAAC WATTS
* * * * *
I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY
I like little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm;
And if I don't hurt her
She'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I
Very gently will play;
She shall sit by my side,
And I'll give her some food;
And she'll love me because
I am gentle and good.
I'll pat little Pussy,
And then she will purr,
And thus show her thanks
For my kindness to her;
I'll not pinch her ears,
Nor tread on her paw,
Lest I should provoke her
To use her sharp claw;
I never will vex her,
Nor make her displeased,
For Pussy can't bear
To be worried or teased.
JANE TAYLOR
* * * * *
THE GRAVEL PATH
Baby mustn't frown,
When she tumbles down;
If the wind should change--Ah me,
What a face her face would be!
Rub away the dirt,
Say she wasn't hurt;
What a world 'twould be--O my,
If all who fell began to cry!
LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA
* * * * *
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went pussy-cat, and down went he;
Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;
Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall, Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall; Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say? Pussy-cat said naught but "Mew," and Robin flew away.
* * * * *
SLEEP, MY TREASURE
Sleep, sleep, my treasure,
The long day's pleasure
Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;
The garden still is
Alight with lilies,
But all the daisies are fast asleep.
Sleep, sleep, my darling,
Dawn wakes the starling,
The sparrow stirs when he sees day break;
But all the meadow
Is wrapped in shadow,
And you must sleep till the daisies wake!
E. NESBIT
* * * * *
LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF
Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens from the tower which we see, They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
Oh, hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
SIR WALTER SCOTT
* * * * *
THE ORPHAN'S SONG
I had a little bird,
I took it from the nest;
I prest it and blest it,
And nurst it in my breast.
I set it on the ground,
Danced round and round,
And sang about it so cheerly,
With "Hey, my little bird,
And ho! my little bird,
And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
I make a little feast
Of food soft and sweet,
I hold it in my breast,
And coax it to eat;
I pit, and I pat,
I call this and that,
And I sing about so cheerly,
With "Hey, my little bird,
And ho! my little bird,
And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
SYDNEY DOBELL
* * * * *
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN
Who killed Cock Robin?
"I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin."
Who saw him die?
"I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye,
I saw him die."
Who caught his blood?
"I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish,
I caught his blood."
Who'll make his shroud?
"I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud."
Who'll bear the torch?
"I," said the Linnet,
"I'll come in a minute,
I'll bear the torch."
Who'll be the clerk?
"I," said the Lark,
"I'll say Amen in the dark;
I'll be the clerk."
Who'll dig his grave?
"I," said the Owl,
"With my spade and trowel,
I'll dig his grave."
Who'll be the parson?
"I," said the Rook,
"With my little book,
I'll be the parson."
Who'll be chief mourner?
"I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love;
I'll be chief mourner."
Who'll sing his dirge?
"I," said the Thrush,
"As I sing in a bush,
I'll sing his dirge."
* * * * *
DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS?
Do you know how many stars
There are shining in the skies?
Do you know how many clouds
Ev'ry day go floating by?
God in heaven has counted all,
He would miss one should it fall.
Do you know how many children
Go to little beds at night,
And without a care or sorrow,
Wake up in the morning light?
God in heaven each name can tell,
Loves you, too, and loves you well.
* * * * *
WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO?
Where do all the daisies go?
I know, I know!
Underneath the snow they creep,
Nod their little heads and sleep,
In the springtime out they peep;
That is where they go!
Where do all the birdies go?
I know, I know!
Far away from winter snow
To the fair, warm South they go;
There they stay till daisies blow,
That is where they go!
Where do all the babies go?
I know, I know!
In the glancing firelight warm,
Safely sheltered from all harm,
Soft they lie on mother's arm,
That is where they go!
UNKNOWN
* * * * *
Cock crows in the morn,
To tell us to rise,
And he who lies late
Will never be wise.
For early to bed,
And early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy
And wealthy and wise.
* * * * *
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
* * * * *
TREE ON THE HILL
On yonder hill there stands a tree;
Tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
And on the tree there was a branch;
Branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill
stood still.
And on the branch there was a nest;
Nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on
the hill, and the hill stood still.
And in the nest there was an egg; Egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
And in the egg there was a bird; Bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
And on the bird there was a feather; Feather on the bird, bird in the egg, egg in the nest, nest on the branch, branch on the tree, tree on the hill, and the hill stood still.
* * * * *