{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_20652/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_20652","id":"gutenberg_20652","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/20652","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Children's Picture Books","Children's poetry","Nursery rhymes"],"text":"Produced by Ben Courtney, Suzanne Shell and the Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net\n\n\n\n\n\n        RING O' ROSES\n\n       A NURSERY RHYME\n         PICTURE BOOK\n\n   With numerous Drawings in\n   Colour and Black-and-White\n               by\n        L. LESLIE BROOKE\n\n    FREDERICK WARNE & CO. LTD.\n       LONDON AND NEW YORK\n\n   _Copyright in all countries\nsignatory to the Berne Convention_\n\n    FREDERICK WARNE & CO. LTD.\n         LONDON, ENGLAND.\n\n    PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN\n\n\n\n\nTHE MAN IN THE MOON\n\n\nThe Man in the Moon\nCame tumbling down,\nAnd asked his way to Norwich;\n\nThey told him south,\nAnd he burnt his mouth\nWith eating cold pease-porridge.\n\n\n\n\nTO MARKET, TO MARKET\n\n\nTo market, to market, to buy a fat Pig;\nHome again, home again, dancing a jig.\n\nTo market, to market, to buy a fat Hog;\nHome again, home again, jiggety-jog.\n\n\n\n\nTHERE WAS A MAN\n\n\nThere was a man, and he had nought,\n  And robbers came to rob him;\nHe crept up to the chimney-pot,\n  And then they thought they had him;\nBut he got down on t'other side,\n  And then they could not find him;\nHe ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,\n  And never looked behind him.\n\n\n\n\nTHE LION AND THE UNICORN\n\n\nThe Lion and the Unicorn\n  Were fighting for the crown;\nThe Lion beat the unicorn\n  All round about the town.\n\nSome gave them white bread,\n  And some gave them brown;\nSome gave them plum-cake,\n  And sent them out of town.\n\n\n\n\nLITTLE MISS MUFFET\n\n\nLittle Miss Muffet\nSat on a tuffet\nEating of curds and whey;\n\n  There came a big Spider\n  And sat down beside her,\nAnd frightened Miss Muffet away.\n\n\n\n\nORANGES AND LEMONS\n\n\n_Gay go up, and gay go down\nTo ring the bells of London Town._\n\nBull's eyes and targets\nSay the bells of St. Marg'ret's.\n\nBrickbats and tiles,\nSay the bells of St. Giles'.\n\nPancakes and fritters,\nSay the bells of St. Peter's.\n\nTwo sticks and an apple,\nSay the bells at Whitechapel.\n\nHalfpence and farthings,\nSay the bells of St. Martin's.\n\nOranges and Lemons,\nSay the bells of St. Clement's.\n\nOld Father Baldpate,\nSay the slow bells at Aldgate.\n\nPokers and tongs,\nSay the bells of St. John's.\n\nKettles and pans,\nSay the bells of St. Ann's.\n\nYou owe me ten shillings,\nSay the bells at St. Helen's.\n\nWhen will you pay me?\nSay the bells at Old Bailey.\n\nWhen I grow rich,\nSay the bells at Shoreditch.\n\nPray when will that be?\nSay the bells of Stepney.\n\nI am sure I don't know,\nSays the great bell of Bow.\n\n_Here comes a candle to light you to bed,\nAnd here comes a chopper to chop off your head._\n\n\n\n\nGOOSEY, GOOSEY GANDER\n\n\nGoosey, Goosey Gander,\nWhere shall I wander?\n\nUpstairs, downstairs,\nAnd in my lady's chamber.\n\nThere I met an old man\n  That would not say his prayers:\nI took him by the left leg,\n  And threw him downstairs.\n\n\n\n\nHUMPTY DUMPTY\n\n\nHumpty Dumpty sat on a wall;\nHumpty Dumpty had a great fall;\n\nAll the King's horses and all the King's men\nCouldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.\n\n\n\n\nBAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP\n\n\nBaa, baa, Black Sheep,\n  Have you any wool?\nYes, marry, have I,\n  Three bags full:\n\nOne for my master,\n  And one for my Dame,\nAnd one for the little boy\n  That lives in the lane!\n\n\n\n\nTHE THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM\n\n\nThree wise men of Gotham\nWent to sea in a bowl:\n\nIf the bowl had been stronger,\n  My song would have been longer.\n\n\n\n\nTHIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET\n\n\nThis little pig went to market;\n    This little pig stayed at home;\nThis little pig had roast beef;\n    This little pig had none;\nThis little pig cried \"Wee, wee, wee!\n  I can't find my way\n                     home!\"\n\n\n\n\nJACK AND JILL\n\n\nJack and Jill went up the hill\n  To fetch a pail of water;\nJack fell down and broke his crown,\n  And Jill came tumbling after.\n\n\n\n\nSIMPLE SIMON\n\n\nSimple Simon met a pieman,\n  Going to the fair;\n\nSays Simple Simon to the pieman,\n  \"Let me taste your ware.\"\n\nSays the pieman to Simple Simon,\n  \"Do you mean to pay?\"\nSays Simon, \"Yes, of course I do!\"\nAnd then he ran away.\n\nSimple Simon went a-fishing\n  For to catch a whale:\nAll the water he had got\n  Was in his mother's pail.\n\n\n\n\nTHERE WAS A CROOKED MAN\n\n\nThere was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,\nHe found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile:\n\nHe bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,\nAnd they all lived together in a crooked little house.\n\n\n\n\nLITTLE BO-PEEP\n\nLittle Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,\n  And can't tell where to find them;\nLeave them alone, and they'll come home,\n  And bring their tails behind them.\n\nLittle Bo-peep fell fast asleep,\n  And dreamt she heard them bleating;\nBut when she awoke, she found it a joke,\n  For they were still a-fleeting.\n\nThen up she took her little crook,\n  Determined for to find them;\nShe found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,\n  For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.\n\n\n\n\nRING O' ROSES\n\n\nRing a ring o' roses,\n  A pocket full of posies;\nHush! hush! hush!\n  And we all tumble down.\n\n\n\n\nTHERE WAS A LITTLE MAN\n\n\nThere was a little man,\nAnd he had a little gun,\nAnd his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;\nHe went to the brook\nAnd saw a little duck,\nAnd he shot it right through the head, head, head.\n\nHe carried it home\nTo his old wife Joan,\nAnd bid her a fire for to make, make, make;\nTo roast the little duck\nHe had shot in the brook,\nAnd he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.\n\n\n\n\nGOOD KING ARTHUR\n\n\nWhen good king Arthur ruled this land,\n  He was a goodly king;\nHe stole three pecks of barley-meal,\n  To make a bag-pudding.\n\nA bag-pudding the king did make,\n  And stuffed it well with plums;\nAnd in it put great lumps of fat,\n  As big as my two thumbs.\n\nThe king and queen did eat thereof,\n  And noblemen beside;\nAnd what they could not eat that night,\n  The queen next morning fried.\n\n\n\n\nHICKETY PICKETY MY BLACK HEN\n\n\nHickety, pickety, my black hen,\n  She lays eggs for gentlemen;\n\nGentlemen come every day\nTo see what my black hen doth lay.\n\n\n\n\nCOCK-A-DOODLE-DOO\n\n\nCock-a-doodle-doo!\nMy dame has lost her shoe;\nMy master's lost his fiddling-stick,\nAnd don't know what to do.\n\nCock-a-doodle-doo!\nWhat is my dame to do?\nTill master finds his fiddling-stick,\nShe'll dance without her shoe.\n\nCock-a-doodle-doo!\nMy dame has lost her shoe,\nAnd master's found his fiddling-stick;\nSing doodle-doodle-doo!\n\nCock-a-doodle-doo!\nMy dame will dance with you,\nWhile master fiddles his fiddling-stick,\nFor dame and doodle-doo.\n\nCock-a-doodle-doo!\nDame has lost her shoe;\nGone to bed and scratched her head,\nAnd can't tell what to do.\n\n\n\n\nWEE WILLIE WINKIE\n\nWee Willie Winkie runs through the town,\nUpstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,\nRapping at the window, crying through the lock,\n\"Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?\"","title":"Ring O' Roses: A Nursery Rhyme Picture Book","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":1159}