{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_61562/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_61562","id":"gutenberg_61562","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/61562","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Art","Category: British Literature","Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Nursery rhymes"],"text":"The\n\nComplete Collection\n\nof\n\nPICTURES & SONGS\n\nBY\n\nRANDOLPH CALDECOTT\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration:\n\n R. CALDECOTT\u2019S\n COLLECTION OF\n PICTURES & SONGS\n]\n\n\n\n\n The\n Complete Collection\n OF\n PICTURES & SONGS\n BY\n RANDOLPH CALDECOTT\n\n ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS\n\n WITH A PREFACE\n BY\n AUSTIN DOBSON\n\n [Illustration]\n\n LONDON\n GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS\n BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL\n GLASGOW, AND NEW YORK\n 1887\n\n\n\n\nTHIS EDITION IS LIMITED TO 800 COPIES.\n\nNo. 272\n\n\n\n\nCONTENTS\n\n\n PAGE\n\n COVER TO R. CALDECOTT\u2019S COLLECTION OF PICTURES AND\n SONGS--_Frontispiece_ 4\n\n COVER TO R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOK--NO. 1 11\n\n THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT 13\n\n THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN 47\n\n THE MAD DOG 81\n\n THE BABES IN THE WOOD 115\n\n COVER TO R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOK--NO. 2 149\n\n THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN 151\n\n SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE 185\n\n THE QUEEN OF HEARTS 219\n\n THE FARMER\u2019S BOY 253\n\n COVER TO R. CALDECOTT\u2019S SECOND COLLECTION OF PICTURES AND SONGS 287\n\n COVER TO THE HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE PICTURE BOOK 289\n\n THE MILKMAID 291\n\n HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE 317\n\n BABY BUNTING 331\n\n A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO 343\n\n THE FOX JUMPS OVER THE PARSON\u2019S GATE 369\n\n COVER TO THE PANJANDRUM PICTURE BOOK 395\n\n COME LASSES AND LADS 397\n\n RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS 423\n\n A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE 437\n\n AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX--MRS. MARY BLAIZE 449\n\n THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF 477\u2013500\n\n\n\n\nPREFACE.\n\n\n_The first two of the children\u2019s books here reproduced were published\nin 1878; the last two in 1885, only a few weeks before_ Mr. CALDECOTT\u2019S\n_premature death. He had not intended to make any further additions\nto their number, and the series is consequently complete. Into what\nnew domain his still-creative genius would have wandered,--for he\nwas well on the hither side of the period fixed by tradition for the\ndecline of human invention, and in spite of ill-health, was gifted\nwith a rare buoyancy and elasticity of temperament,--it is idle to\nconjecture. But his gradual development from the tentative sketches of\nhis early days into the purely individual manner of his latest work,\nhad been unmistakeable enough to justify the belief that even higher\ntriumphs might have been reserved to his ripened powers. Would he not\nhave gained fresh laurels as a designer in some unfamiliar field?--as\na modeller of bas-relief touched with his own distinctive quality?--as\na delicate and dexterous water-colour artist? None can answer these\nquestions now. But at least he has left us a definite legacy of\naccomplished work, for which we can scarcely be too grateful, since it\nis unique in kind, and certain to be enduring in charm._\n\n_Of this legacy, the two volumes of_ \u201cOld Christmas\u201d _and_ \u201cBracebridge\nHall,\u201d _and the present collection of picture-books are surely\nthe most memorable. In decorating the gentle and kindly pages of_\nGoldsmith\u2019s _American disciple_, Mr. CALDECOTT _seems for the first\ntime to have discovered a fitting outlet of his cherished memories of\nthe country-side where he was bred, and of the picturesque old town\nwhere he was born;--for those loving studies of animal life which had\ndelighted him as a boy;--for that feeling for the old-world in costume\nand accessory which was a native impulse in his talent. No books of\nthis century have been so genially, so loyally, so sympathetically\nillustrated. And yet these_ Irving _volumes, however excellent, were\nbut the stepping stones to the artist\u2019s more signal successes in\nnursery literature._ \u201cJohn Gilpin\u201d _and_ \u201cThe Mad Dog\u201d _are illustrated\nbooks; but they are illustrated books \u201cwith a difference.\u201d_ Mr.\nCALDECOTT _found in them his theme, it is true: but it was a theme upon\nwhich his pencil played the most engaging variations. Who, for example,\never before conceived of_ Madam Blaize _as a pawnbroker, because_--\n\n \u201c_She freely lent to all the poor,--\n Who left a pledge behind_\u201d?\n\n_Who, again, had penetrated the hidden secret of that corroding\njealousy which led the dog to bite the prim and impeccable personage\nwho afterwards so fatally disagreed with him? And where else had the\nworld been shewn the authentic academic presence,--the very \u201cform and\npressure,\u201d--of_ \u201cThe Great Panjandrum Himself,\u201d _\u201cwith the little\nround button at top;\u201d or imagined the hurly-burly of those headlong,\nhorn-blowing, cheek-bursting and hopelessly futile_ \u201cJovial Huntsmen\u201d?\n_Nor were these all, or even a tithe of the sportive surprises, the\nundreamed disclosures, of these captivating pages. Around and about\nthem the artist has woven the most humourous ingenuities, the most\nfreakish and frolicsome fancies; he has set them in the most inviting\nframework of town and country; he has enlisted in his service the most\nblithe and winsome figures of women and children, the most irresistible\ndogs and horses and birds. The open-air life of England, with all its\nfreshness and breeziness, its pastoral seduction and its picturesque\nenvironment, is everywhere present in his work. He has the art, too,\nof being elegant without being effeminate, and of being tender without\nbeing mawkish. It was said of a great English novelist that his laugh\nclears the air; it may be said of these light-hearted pictures that\ntheir mirth clears not only the air but the imagination. No taint\nclings to them of morbid affectation or sickly sentiment: they are the\ngenuine pictorial utterances of a manly, happy nature, delighting in\nbeauty, delighting in innocent pleasure, and dowered as few English\nartists have been with the gifts of refinement and grace._\n\n _A.\u00a0D._\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: R. Caldecott\u2019s PICTURE BOOK\n\n\n The BABES in the WOOD\n\n The HOUSE that JACK built\n\n The MAD DOG\n\n John GILPIN\n]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The HOUSE that JACK built.\n\nONE OF R CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\nTHE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the House that\n Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: JACK]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Malt,\n That lay in the House that\n Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House\n that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House that\n Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Cow with the crumpled horn,\n That tossed the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House that\n Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Maiden all forlorn,\n That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,\n That tossed the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House\n that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Man all tattered and torn,\n That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,\n That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,\n That tossed the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House\n that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Priest all shaven and shorn,\n That married the Man all tattered and torn,\n That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,\n That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,\n That tossed the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House\n that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Cock that crowed in the morn,\n That waked the Priest all shaven and shorn,\n That married the Man all tattered and torn,\n That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,\n That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,\n That tossed the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House\n that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This is the Farmer who sowed the corn,\n That fed the Cock that crowed in the morn,\n That waked the Priest all shaven and shorn,\n That married the Man all tattered and torn,\n That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,\n That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,\n That tossed the Dog,\n That worried the Cat,\n That killed the Rat,\n That ate the Malt,\n That lay in the House\n that Jack built.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: The Diverting History of JOHN GILPIN\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\n\n\n THE DIVERTING HISTORY\n OF JOHN GILPIN.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE DIVERTING HISTORY\n\nOF\n\nJOHN GILPIN:\n\n_Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home\nagain._\n\n[Illustration: WRITTEN BY Wm. COWPER\n\nWITH DRAWINGS BY R. CALDECOTT]\n\n John Gilpin was a citizen\n Of credit and renown,\n A train-band captain eke was he,\n Of famous London town.\n\n John Gilpin\u2019s spouse said to her dear,\n \u201cThough wedded we have been\n These twice ten tedious years, yet we\n No holiday have seen.\n\n \u201cTo-morrow is our wedding-day,\n And we will then repair\n Unto the \u2018Bell\u2019 at Edmonton,\n All in a chaise and pair.\n\n \u201cMy sister, and my sister\u2019s child,\n Myself, and children three,\n Will fill the chaise; so you must ride\n On horseback after we.\u201d\n\n[Illustration: The Linendraper bold]\n\n He soon replied, \u201cI do admire\n Of womankind but one,\n And you are she, my dearest dear,\n Therefore it shall be done.\n\n \u201cI am a linendraper bold,\n As all the world doth know,\n And my good friend the calender\n Will lend his horse to go.\u201d\n\n Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, \u201cThat\u2019s well said;\n And for that wine is dear,\n We will be furnished with our own,\n Which is both bright and clear.\u201d\n\n John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;\n O\u2019erjoyed was he to find,\n That though on pleasure she was bent,\n She had a frugal mind.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The morning came, the chaise was brought,\n But yet was not allowed\n To drive up to the door, lest all\n Should say that she was proud.\n\n So three doors off the chaise was stayed,\n Where they all did get in;\n Six precious souls, and all agog\n To dash through thick and thin.\n\n Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,\n Were never folks so glad!\n The stones did rattle underneath,\n As if Cheapside were mad.\n\n John Gilpin at his horse\u2019s side\n Seized fast the flowing mane,\n And up he got, in haste to ride,\n But soon came down again;\n\n For saddletree scarce reached had he,\n His journey to begin,\n When, turning round his head, he saw\n Three customers come in.\n\n So down he came; for loss of time,\n Although it grieved him sore,\n Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,\n Would trouble him much more.\n\n[Illustration: The 3 customers]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u2019Twas long before the customers\n Were suited to their mind,\n When Betty screaming came downstairs,\n \u201cThe wine is left behind!\u201d\n\n \u201cGood lack!\u201d quoth he, \u201cyet bring it me,\n My leathern belt likewise,\n In which I bear my trusty sword\n When I do exercise.\u201d\n\n Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)\n Had two stone bottles found,\n To hold the liquor that she loved,\n And keep it safe and sound.\n\n Each bottle had a curling ear,\n Through which the belt he drew,\n And hung a bottle on each side,\n To make his balance true.\n\n Then over all, that he might be\n Equipped from top to toe,\n His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,\n He manfully did throw.\n\n Now see him mounted once again\n Upon his nimble steed,\n Full slowly pacing o\u2019er the stones,\n With caution and good heed.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But finding soon a smoother road\n Beneath his well-shod feet,\n The snorting beast began to trot,\n Which galled him in his seat.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cSo, fair and softly!\u201d John he cried,\n But John he cried in vain;\n That trot became a gallop soon,\n In spite of curb and rein.\n\n So stooping down, as needs he must\n Who cannot sit upright,\n He grasped the mane with both his hands,\n And eke with all his might.\n\n His horse, who never in that sort\n Had handled been before,\n What thing upon his back had got,\n Did wonder more and more.\n\n Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;\n Away went hat and wig;\n He little dreamt, when he set out,\n Of running such a rig.\n\n The wind did blow, the cloak did fly\n Like streamer long and gay,\n Till, loop and button failing both,\n At last it flew away.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Then might all people well discern\n The bottles he had slung;\n A bottle swinging at each side,\n As hath been said or sung.\n\n The dogs did bark, the children screamed,\n Up flew the windows all;\n And every soul cried out, \u201cWell done!\u201d\n As loud as he could bawl.\n\n Away went Gilpin--who but he?\n His fame soon spread around;\n \u201cHe carries weight! he rides a race!\n \u2019Tis for a thousand pound!\u201d\n\n And still as fast as he drew near,\n \u2019Twas wonderful to view\n How in a trice the turnpike-men\n Their gates wide open threw.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And now, as he went bowing down\n His reeking head full low,\n The bottles twain behind his back\n Were shattered at a blow.\n\n Down ran the wine into the road,\n Most piteous to be seen,\n Which made the horse\u2019s flanks to smoke,\n As they had basted been.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But still he seemed to carry weight,\n With leathern girdle braced;\n For all might see the bottle-necks\n Still dangling at his waist.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Thus all through merry Islington\n These gambols he did play,\n Until he came unto the Wash\n Of Edmonton so gay;\n\n And there he threw the wash about\n On both sides of the way,\n Just like unto a trundling mop,\n Or a wild goose at play.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n At Edmonton his loving wife\n From the balcony spied\n Her tender husband, wondering much\n To see how he did ride.\n\n \u201cStop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here\u2019s the house!\u201d\n They all at once did cry;\n \u201cThe dinner waits, and we are tired;\u201d\n Says Gilpin--\u201cSo am I!\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But yet his horse was not a whit\n Inclined to tarry there;\n For why?--his owner had a house\n Full ten miles off, at Ware.\n\n So like an arrow swift he flew.\n Shot by an archer strong;\n So he did fly--which brings me to\n The middle of my song.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Away went Gilpin, out of breath,\n And sore against his will,\n Till at his friend the calender\u2019s\n His horse at last stood still.\n\n The calender, amazed to see\n His neighbour in such trim,\n Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,\n And thus accosted him:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cWhat news? what news? your tidings tell;\n Tell me you must and shall--\n Say why bareheaded you are come,\n Or why you come at all?\u201d\n\n Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,\n And loved a timely joke;\n And thus unto the calender\n In merry guise he spoke:\n\n \u201cI came because your horse would come:\n And, if I well forebode,\n My hat and wig will soon be here,\n They are upon the road.\u201d\n\n The calender, right glad to find\n His friend in merry pin,\n Returned him not a single word,\n But to the house went in;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Whence straight he came with hat and wig,\n A wig that flowed behind,\n A hat not much the worse for wear,\n Each comely in its kind.\n\n He held them up, and in his turn\n Thus showed his ready wit:\n \u201cMy head is twice as big as yours,\n They therefore needs must fit.\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cBut let me scrape the dirt away,\n That hangs upon your face;\n And stop and eat, for well you may\n Be in a hungry case.\u201d\n\n Said John, \u201cIt is my wedding-day,\n And all the world would stare\n If wife should dine at Edmonton,\n And I should dine at Ware.\u201d\n\n So turning to his horse, he said,\n \u201cI am in haste to dine;\n \u2019Twas for your pleasure you came here,\n You shall go back for mine.\u201d\n\n Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast!\n For which he paid full dear;\n For while he spake, a braying ass\n Did sing most loud and clear;\n\n Whereat his horse did snort, as he\n Had heard a lion roar,\n And galloped off with all his might,\n As he had done before.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Away went Gilpin, and away\n Went Gilpin\u2019s hat and wig;\n He lost them sooner than at first,\n For why?--they were too big.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw\n Her husband posting down\n Into the country far away,\n She pulled out half-a-crown;\n\n And thus unto the youth she said\n That drove them to the \u201cBell,\u201d\n \u201cThis shall be yours when you bring back\n My husband safe and well.\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The youth did ride, and soon did meet\n John coming back amain;\n Whom in a trice he tried to stop,\n By catching at his rein.\n\n But not performing what he meant,\n And gladly would have done,\n The frighted steed he frighted more,\n And made him faster run.\n\n Away went Gilpin, and away\n Went postboy at his heels,\n The postboy\u2019s horse right glad to miss\n The lumbering of the wheels.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Six gentlemen upon the road,\n Thus seeing Gilpin fly,\n With postboy scampering in the rear,\n They raised the hue and cry.\n\n \u201cStop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!\u201d\n Not one of them was mute;\n And all and each that passed that way\n Did join in the pursuit.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And now the turnpike-gates again\n Flew open in short space;\n the toll-men thinking, as before,\n That Gilpin rode a race.\n\n And so he did, and won it too,\n For he got first to town;\n Nor stopped till where he had got up,\n He did again get down.\n\n Now let us sing, Long live the King,\n And Gilpin, long live he;\n And when he next doth ride abroad,\n May I be there to see.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The MAD DOG\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS]\n\n\nELEGY ON A MAD DOG.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: An ELEGY on the DEATH of a MAD DOG.\n\nWRITTEN By Dr. Goldsmith\n\nPictured By R. CALDECOTT\n\nSung By Master BILL PRIMROSE]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Good people all, of every sort,\n Give ear unto my song;\n And if you find it wondrous short.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n It cannot hold you long.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n In Islington there lived a man,\n Of whom the world might say,\n That still a godly race he ran,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Whene\u2019er he went\n\n[Illustration]\n\n to pray.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n A kind and gentle heart he had,\n To comfort friends and foes;\n The naked every day he clad,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When he put on\n\n[Illustration]\n\n his clothes.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And in that town a dog was found:\n As many dogs there be----\n Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,\n And curs of low degree.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This dog and man at first were friends;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But, when a pique began,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The dog, to gain some private ends,\n Went mad, and bit the man.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Around from all\n\n[Illustration]\n\n the neighbouring streets\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The wondering neighbours ran;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And swore the dog had lost his wits,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n To bite so good a man.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The wound it seem\u2019d both sore and sad\n To every christian eye;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And while they swore the dog was mad,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They swore the man would die.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But soon a wonder came to light,\n That show\u2019d the rogues they lied--\n The man recover\u2019d of the bite;\n The dog it was that died.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The BABES in the WOOD.\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGeorge Routledge & Sons.]\n\n\nTHE BABES IN THE WOOD.\n\n[Illustration: SORE SICKE THEY WERE AND LIKE TO DYE]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Now ponder well, you parents deare,\n These wordes which I shall write;\n A doleful story you shall heare,\n In time brought forth to light.\n\n A gentleman of good account\n In Norfolke dwelt of late,\n Who did in honour far surmount\n Most men of his estate.\n\n Sore sicke he was, and like to dye,\n No helpe his life could save;\n His wife by him as sicke did lye,\n And both possest one grave.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n No love between these two was lost,\n Each was to other kinde;\n In love they liv\u2019d, in love they dyed,\n And left two babes behinde:\n\n The one a fine and pretty boy,\n Not passing three yeares olde;\n The other a girl more young than he,\n And fram\u2019d in beautye\u2019s molde.\n\n The father left his little son,\n As plainlye doth appeare,\n When he to perfect age should come,\n Three hundred poundes a yeare.\n\n And to his little daughter Jane\n Five hundred poundes in gold,\n To be paid downe on marriage-day,\n Which might not be controll\u2019d:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But if the children chanced to dye,\n Ere they to age should come,\n Their uncle should possesse their wealth;\n For so the wille did run.\n\n[Illustration: Now, BROTHER, said the dying man, LOOK TO MY CHILDREN\nDEARE.]\n\n \u201cNow, brother,\u201d said the dying man,\n \u201cLook to my children deare;\n Be good unto my boy and girl,\n No friendes else have they here:\n\n \u201cTo God and you I do commend\n My children deare this daye;\n But little while be sure we have\n Within this world to staye.\n\n \u201cYou must be father and mother both,\n And uncle all in one;\n God knowes what will become of them,\n When I am dead and gone.\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n With that bespake their mother deare:\n \u201cO brother kinde,\u201d quoth shee,\n \u201cYou are the man must bring our babes\n To wealth or miserie:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cAnd if you keep them carefully,\n Then God will you reward;\n But if you otherwise should deal,\n God will your deedes regard.\u201d\n\n[Illustration: WITH LIPPES AS COLD AS ANY STONE, THEY KIST THE CHILDREN\nSMALL]\n\n With lippes as cold as any stone,\n They kist the children small:\n \u201cGod bless you both, my children deare;\u201d\n With that the teares did fall.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n These speeches then their brother spake\n To this sicke couple there:\n \u201cThe keeping of your little ones,\n Sweet sister, do not feare:\n\n \u201cGod never prosper me nor mine,\n Nor aught else that I have,\n If I do wrong your children deare,\n When you are layd in grave.\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: THEIR PARENTS BEING DEAD & GONE, THE CHILDREN HOME HE\nTAKES.]\n\n The parents being dead and gone,\n The children home he takes,\n And bringes them straite unto his house,\n Where much of them he makes.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n He had not kept these pretty babes\n A twelvemonth and a daye,\n But, for their wealth, he did devise\n To make them both awaye.\n\n He bargain\u2019d with two ruffians strong,\n Which were of furious mood,\n That they should take the children young,\n And slaye them in a wood.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n He told his wife an artful tale,\n He would the children send\n To be brought up in faire London,\n With one that was his friend.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Away then went those pretty babes,\n Rejoycing at that tide,\n Rejoycing with a merry minde,\n They should on cock-horse ride.\n\n[Illustration: AWAY THEN WENT THE PRETTY BABES REJOYCING AT THAT TIDE]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They prate and prattle pleasantly\n As they rode on the waye,\n To those that should their butchers be,\n And work their lives\u2019 decaye:\n\n So that the pretty speeche they had,\n Made murderers\u2019 heart relent;\n And they that undertooke the deed,\n Full sore did now repent.\n\n Yet one of them, more hard of heart,\n Did vow to do his charge,\n Because the wretch, that hired him,\n Had paid him very large.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The other would not agree thereto,\n So here they fell to strife;\n With one another they did fight,\n About the children\u2019s life:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And he that was of mildest mood\n Did slaye the other there,\n Within an unfrequented wood,\n Where babes did quake for feare!\n\n[Illustration: AND HE THAT WAS OF MILDEST MOOD\n\nDID SLAYE THE OTHER THERE]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n He took the children by the hand,\n While teares stood in their eye,\n And bade them come and go with him,\n And look they did not crye:\n\n And two long miles he ledd them on,\n While they for food complaine:\n \u201cStay here,\u201d quoth he, \u201cI\u2019ll bring ye bread,\n When I come back againe.\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n These prettye babes, with hand in hand,\n Went wandering up and downe;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But never more they sawe the man\n Approaching from the town.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Their prettye lippes with blackberries\n Were all besmear\u2019d and dyed;\n\n And when they sawe the darksome night,\n They sat them downe and cryed.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Thus wandered these two prettye babes,\n Till death did end their grief;\n In one another\u2019s armes they dyed,\n As babes wanting relief.\n\n No burial these prettye babes\n Of any man receives,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Till Robin-redbreast painfully\n Did cover them with leaves.\n\n[Illustration: IN ONE ANOTHER\u2019S ARMS THEY DYED.]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: R. Caldecott\u2019s Picture Book No 2\n\n The Farmer\u2019s Boy\n\n SING A SONG for SIX PENCE\n\n The 3 JOVIAL HUNTSMEN\n\n The QUEEN of HEARTS\n]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The Three Jovial Huntsmen\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\nTHE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n It\u2019s of three jovial huntsmen, an\u2019 a hunting they did go;\n An\u2019 they hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 they blew their horns also.\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n An\u2019 one said, \u201cMind yo\u2019r e\u2019en, an\u2019 keep yo\u2019r noses reet i\u2019 th\u2019 wind.\n\n An\u2019 then, by scent or seet, we\u2019ll leet o\u2019 summat to our mind.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 the first thing they did find\n Was a tatter\u2019t boggart, in a field, an\u2019 that they left behind.\n Look ye there!\n\n One said it was a boggart, an\u2019 another he said \u201cNay;\n It\u2019s just a ge\u2019man-farmer, that has gone an\u2019 lost his way.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 the next thing they did find\n Was a gruntin\u2019, grindin\u2019 grindlestone, an\u2019 that they left behind.\n Look ye there!\n\n One said it was a grindlestone, another he said \u201cNay;\n It\u2019s nought but an\u2019 owd fossil cheese, that somebody\u2019s roll\u2019t away.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 the next thing they did find\n Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an\u2019 that, too, they left behind.\n Look ye there!\n\n One said it was a bull-calf, an\u2019 another he said \u201cNay;\n It\u2019s just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 the next thing they did find\n Was a two-three children leaving school, an\u2019 these they left behind.\n Look ye there!\n\n One said that they were children, but another he said \u201cNay;\n They\u2019re no\u2019 but little angels, so we\u2019ll leave \u2019em to their play.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 the next thing they did find\n Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an\u2019 that, too, they left behind.\n Look ye there!\n\n One said it was a fat pig, but another he said \u201cNay;\n It\u2019s just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, an\u2019 the next thing they did find\n Was two young lovers in a lane, an\u2019 these they left behind.\n Look ye there!\n\n One said that they were lovers, but another he said \u201cNay;\n They\u2019re two poor wanderin\u2019 lunatics come, let us go away.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n So they hunted, an\u2019 they hollo\u2019d, till the setting of the sun;\n An\u2019 they\u2019d nought to bring away at last, when th\u2019 huntin\u2019-day was done.\n Look ye there!\n\n Then one unto the other said, \u201cThis huntin\u2019 doesn\u2019t pay;\n But we\u2019n powler\u2019t up an\u2019 down a bit, an\u2019 had a rattlin\u2019 day.\u201d\n Look ye there!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: SING A SONG for SIXPENCE\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS]\n\n\nSING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Sing a Song for Sixpence.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n A Pocketful\n\n[Illustration]\n\n of Rye;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Baked\n\n[Illustration]\n\n in a Pie.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When the Pie was opened,\n The Birds began to sing;\n\n Was not that\n\n[Illustration]\n\n a dainty Dish\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n To set before the King?\n\n The King was in\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n his Counting-house,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Counting out his Money.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Queen was in\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n the Parlour,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Eating Bread and Honey.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Maid was in\n\n[Illustration]\n\n the Garden,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Hanging out the Clothes;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n There came a little Blackbird,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And snapped off her Nose.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But there came a Jenny Wren\n and popped it on again.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The Queen of Hearts\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGeorge ROUTLEDGE & Sons]\n\n\nTHE QUEEN OF HEARTS.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Queen of Hearts,\n She made some Tarts,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n All on a Summer\u2019s Day:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Knave of Hearts,\n He stole those Tarts,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And took them right away.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The King of Hearts,\n Called for those Tarts,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And beat the Knave full sore:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Knave of Hearts,\n Brought back those Tarts,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And vowed he\u2019d steal no more.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: FARMER\u2019S BOY\n\nONE OF R. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEO. ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\nTHE FARMER\u2019S BOY.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s HORSES.\n With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,\n And here a GEE, and there a GEE,\n And everywhere a GEE;\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s LAMBS.\n With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there,\n And here a BAA, and there a BAA,\n And everywhere a BAA;\n With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,\n And here a GEE, and there a GEE,\n And everywhere a GEE;\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s HENS.\n With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, and a CHUCK-CHUCK there,\n And here a CHUCK, and there a CHUCK,\n And everywhere a CHUCK;\n With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there,\n And here a BAA, and there a BAA,\n And everywhere a BAA;\n With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,\n &c., &c., &c.\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s PIGS.\n With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, and a GRUNT-GRUNT there,\n And here a GRUNT, and there a GRUNT,\n And everywhere a GRUNT;\n With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, and a CHUCK-CHUCK there,\n And here a CHUCK, and there a CHUCK,\n And everywhere a CHUCK;\n With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there,\n &c., &c., &c.\n With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,\n &c., &c., &c.\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s DUCKS.\n With a QUACK-QUACK here, and a QUACK-QUACK there,\n And here a QUACK, and there a QUACK,\n And everywhere a QUACK;\n With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, and a GRUNT-GRUNT there,\n &c., &c., &c.\n With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.\n With a BAA-BAA here, &c.\n With a GEE-WO here, &c.\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I use to keep my master\u2019s DOGS,\n With a BOW-BOW here, and a BOW-WOW there,\n And here a BOW, and there a WOW,\n And everywhere a WOW;\n With a QUACK-QUACK here, and a QUACK-QUACK there,\n &c., &c., &c.\n With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c.\n With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.\n With a BAA-BAA here, &c.\n With a GEE-WO here, &c.\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s CHILDREN.\n With a SHOUTING here, and a POUTING there,\n And here a SHOUT, and there a POUT,\n And everywhere a SHOUT;\n With a BOW-BOW here, and a BOW-WOW there.\n &c., &c., &c.\n With a QUACK-QUACK here, &c.\n With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c.\n With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.\n With a BAA-BAA here, &c.\n With a GEE-WO here, &c.\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n When I was a farmer, a Farmer\u2019s Boy,\n I used to keep my master\u2019s TURKEYS.\n With a GOBBLE-GOBBLE here, and a GOBBLE-GOBBLE there,\n And here a GOBBLE, and there a GOBBLE,\n And everywhere a GOBBLE;\n With a SHOUTING here, and a POUTING there,\n &c., &c., &c.\n With a BOW-WOW here, &c.\n With a QUACK-QUACK here, &c.\n With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c.\n With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.\n With a BAA-BAA here, &c.\n With a GEE-WO here, &c.\n Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: R. CALDECOTT\u2019S SECOND COLLECTION OF PICTURES & SONGS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE PICTURE BOOK\n\nBY R. CALDECOTT\n\n Where are you going my Pretty Maid?\n\n Hey diddle diddle\n\n A Frog he would a-wooing go\n\n Baby Bunting\n\n The Fox jumps over the Parson\u2019s Gate\n]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The Milkmaid\n\n_R. Caldecott\u2019s PICTURE BOOKS_\n\n\u201c_Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?_\u201d\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\nTHE MILKMAID.\n\n[Illustration]\n\nThe MILKMAID.\n\nAn Old Song exhibited and explained in many designs by R. Caldecott.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n A LADY said to her Son--a poor young SQUIRE:\n \u201cYou must seek a Wife with a Fortune!\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cWhere are you going, my Pretty Maid?\u201d\n \u201cI\u2019m going a-milking, Sir,\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cShall I go with you, my Pretty Maid?\u201d\n \u201cOh yes, if you please, kind Sir,\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cWhat is your Father, my Pretty Maid?\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cMy Father\u2019s a Farmer, Sir,\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cShall I marry you, my Pretty Maid?\u201d\n \u201cOh thank you, kindly, Sir,\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cBut what is your fortune, my Pretty Maid?\u201d\n \u201cMy face is my fortune, Sir,\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cThen I can\u2019t marry you, my Pretty Maid!\u201d\n \u201cNobody asked you, Sir!\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cNobody asked you, Sir!\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cSir!\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cNobody asked you, Sir!\u201d she said.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE\n\nAND\n\nBABY BUNTING\n\n_R. Caldecott\u2019s Picture Books_\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\nHEY DIDDLE DIDDLE.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Hey, diddle, diddle,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Cat\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and the Fiddle.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Cow jumped over the Moon,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The little Dog laughed\n\n[Illustration]\n\n to see such fun,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nBABY BUNTING.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Bye, Baby Bunting!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Father\u2019s\n\n[Illustration]\n\n gone\n\n[Illustration]\n\n a-hunting.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Gone to fetch\n\n[Illustration]\n\n a Rabbit-skin\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n To wrap the Baby Bunting in.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: A FROG he would a-wooing go.\n\nR. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\nA FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n A FROG he would a-wooing go,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n Whether his Mother would let him or no.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n So off he set with his opera-hat,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n And on his way he met with a Rat.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cPray, Mr. RAT, will you go with me,\u201d\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n \u201cPretty Miss MOUSEY for to see?\u201d\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Now they soon arrived at MOUSEY\u2019S Hall,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n And gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cPray, Miss MOUSEY, are you within?\u201d\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n \u201cOh, yes, kind Sirs, I\u2019m sitting to spin.\u201d\n\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cPray, Miss Mouse, will you give us some beer?\u201d\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n \u201cFor Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.\u201d\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cPray, Mr. FROG, will you give us a song?\u201d\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n \u201cBut let it be something that\u2019s not very long.\u201d\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cIndeed, Miss MOUSE,\u201d replied Mr. FROG,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n \u201cA cold has made me as hoarse as a Hog.\u201d\n _With a rowley-powley, Gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cSince you have caught cold,\u201d Miss MOUSEY said,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n \u201cI\u2019ll sing you a song that I have just made.\u201d\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But while they were all thus a merry-making,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n A Cat and her Kittens came tumbling in.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown;\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n The Kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n This put Mr. FROG in a terrible fright;\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n He took up his hat, and he wished them good night.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But as Froggy was crossing a silvery brook,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n A lily-white Duck came and gobbled him up.\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n So there was an end of one, two, and three,\n _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!\n The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!\n _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_\n _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The FOX jumps over the PARSON\u2019S GATE\n\nR. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\n THE FOX JUMPS OVER\n THE PARSON\u2019S GATE.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,\n When folks goes hunting, oh!\n When folks goes hunting, oh!\n When folks goes hunting, oh!\n The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,\n When folks goes hunting, oh!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Fox jumps over the PARSON\u2019S gate,\n And the Hounds all after him go,\n And the Hounds all after him go,\n And the Hounds all after him go.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,\n So I\u2019ll cry, TALLY-HO!\n So I\u2019ll cry, TALLY-HO!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Now the PARSON had a pair to wed\n As the Hounds came full in view\n He tossed his surplice over his head,\n And bid them all adieu!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But all my fancy dwelt on NANCY,\n So he cried, TALLY-HO!\n So he cried, TALLY-HO!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Oh! never despise the soldier-lad\n Though his station be but low,\n Though his station be but low,\n Though his station be but low.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,\n So I\u2019ll cry, TALLY-HO!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Then pass around the can, my boys;\n For we must homewards go,\n For we must homewards go,\n For we must homewards go.\n And if you ask me of this song\n The reason for to shew,\n I don\u2019t exactly know--ow ow,\n I don\u2019t exactly know.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,\n So I\u2019ll sing, TALLY-HO!\n So I\u2019ll sing, TALLY-HO!\n But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,\n So I\u2019ll sing, TALLY-HO!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The PANJANDRUM PICTURE BOOK.\n\nContaining 5 SUBJECTS\n\n _Come lasses and lads,_\n\n _Ride a cock-horse,_\n\n _A Farmer went trotting,_\n\n _Mrs. Mary Blaize, &_\n\n _The Great Panjandrum himself._\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS\n\nR. CALDECOTT.]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: COME LASSES AND LADS\n\nR. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGeorge Routledge & Sons London]\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nCOME LASSES AND LADS.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And away to the May-pole hey:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n For every he\n Has got him a she,\n With a Minstrel standing by.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n For WILLY has gotten his JILL,\n And JOHNNY has got his JONE,\n To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it,\n Jigg it up and down.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cStrike up,\u201d says WATT; \u201cAgreed,\u201d says KATE,\n \u201cAnd I prithee, Fiddler, play;\u201d\n \u201cContent,\u201d says HODGE, and so says MADGE,\n For this is a Holiday!\n Then every man did put his hat off to his lass.\n And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cBegin,\u201d says HALL; \u201cAy, ay,\u201d says MALL,\n \u201cWe\u2019ll lead up Pockington\u2019s pound;\u201d\n \u201cNo, no,\u201d says NOLL, and so says DOLL,\n \u201cWe\u2019ll first have Sellenger\u2019s round.\u201d\n\n Then every man began\n to foot it round about.\n And every girl did jet it,\n Jet it, jet it in and out.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cYou\u2019re out,\u201d says DICK; \u201cNot I,\u201d says NICK,\n \u201cThe Fiddler played it false;\u201d\n \u201c\u2019Tis true,\u201d says HUGH, and so says SUE,\n And so says nimble ALICE.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,\n And every girl did trip it,\n Trip it, trip it to the men.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Then after an hour, they went to a bower,\n And played for ale and cakes.\n And kisses too--until they were due\n the lasses held the stakes.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,\n And bid them take their kisses back,\n and give them their own again.\n And bid them take their kisses back,\n and give them their own again.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Now there they did stay the whole of the day,\n And tired the Fiddler quite,\n With singing and playing, without any paying,\n From morning until night.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n They told the Fiddler then,\n they\u2019d pay him for his play,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence,\n gave him and went away.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n \u201cGood-night,\u201d says HARRY; \u201cGood-night,\u201d says MARY;\n \u201cGood-night,\u201d says DOLLY to JOHN;\u201d\n \u201cGood-night,\u201d says SUE, to her sweetheart HUGH,\n \u201cGood-night,\u201d says everyone.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way,\n And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.\n And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: RIDE A-COCK HORSE TO BANBURY+\n\n& A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS\n\nR. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS]\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\n RIDE A COCK-HORSE\n TO BANBURY CROSS.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Ride a Cock-Horse\n To Banbury Cross,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n To see a fine Lady\n Get on a white Horse,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n With rings on her fingers,\n and bells on her toes,\n She shall have music wherever she goes.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n A FARMER WENT TROTTING\n UPON HIS GREY MARE.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n A farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare;\n Bumpety, bumpety, bump!\n With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;\n Lumpety, lumpety, lump!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n A Raven cried \u201cCroak!\u201d and they all tumbled down;\n Bumpety, bumpety, bump!\n The Mare broke her knees, and the Farmer his crown.\n Lumpety, lumpety, lump!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The mischievous Raven flew laughing away;\n Bumpety, bumpety, bump!\n And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;\n Lumpety, lumpety, lump!\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEX\n\nMrs MARY BLAIZE\n\nR. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\n AN ELEGY\n\n ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX\n\n MRS. MARY BLAIZE.\n\n BY\n\n DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Good people all, with one accord,\n Lament for Madam Blaize,\n Who never wanted a good word----\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _From those_\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _who spoke her praise._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n The needy seldom pass\u2019d her door,\n And always found her kind;\n She freely lent to all the poor----\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _Who left_\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _a pledge behind._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n She strove the neighbourhood to please\n With manners wondrous winning;\n\n And never follow\u2019d wicked ways----\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _Unless when she was sinning._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n At church, in silks and satins new,\n With hoop of monstrous size,\n She never slumber\u2019d in her pew----\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _But when she shut her eyes._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Her love was sought, I do aver,\n By twenty beaux and more;\n The King himself has follow\u2019d her--\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n _When she has walk\u2019d before._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n But now, her wealth and finery fled,\n Her hangers-on cut short-all:\n The Doctors found, when she was dead--\n _Her last disorder mortal._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n Let us lament, in sorrow sore,\n For Kent Street well may say,\n That had she lived a twelvemonth more,--\n _She had not died to-day._\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: The GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF\n\nR. CALDECOTT\u2019S PICTURE BOOKS.\n\nGEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]\n\n\n THE GREAT PANJANDRUM\n HIMSELF.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf\n\n[Illustration]\n\n to make\n\n[Illustration]\n\n an apple-pie;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down\n the street, pops its head into the shop.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n What! no soap?\n\n[Illustration]\n\n So he died,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and she very imprudently married the Barber:\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and there were present\n\n[Illustration]\n\n the Picninnies,\n and the Joblillies,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and the Garyulies,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and the great Panjandrum himself, with the little round\n button at top;\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can,\n\n[Illustration]\n\n till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTranscriber\u2019s Notes\n\n\nPunctuation, hyphenation, unbalanced or missing quotation marks, and\nspelling were not changed.\n\nSimple typographical errors were corrected.\n\nText within illustrations is shown here as captions.\n\nThe book is a collection of four other books. The illustrations include\nthe covers of those books, and some of those covers include the names\nof the stories within them. Those names are not necessarily in the\nsequence in which the stories appear.\n\nWhen it was unclear whether multiple lines of verse were split because\nof lack of space or because they were separate verses, the splits have\nbeen retained.","title":"The Complete Collection of Pictures and Songs","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":7540}