DADDY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie!

Dance to your Daddy, my little lamb!

You shall have a fishy on a little dishy,

You shall have a fishy when the boat comes in!

Dance to your Daddy, my little Babby!

Dance to your Daddy, my little lamb!

Ride a Cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To see a fine lady ride on a white horse;

With rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,

So she shall have music wherever she goes.

Curly locks, curly locks, wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor feed the swine;

But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam,

And eat fine strawberries, sugar and cream.

Curly locks, Curly locks, wilt thou be mine?

Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor feed the swine.

Girls and boys come out to play,

The moon doth shine as bright as day.

Come with a whoop, and come with a call,

And come with a goodwill or not at all.

Up the ladder and down the wall,

A halfpenny loaf will serve us all.

Leave your supper and leave your sleep,

And join your play-fellows down the street.

Come with a whoop, and come with a call, etc.

A frog he would a-wooing go,

“Heigh-ho!” said Rowley;

A frog he would a-wooing go,

Whether his mother would let him, or no,

With a rowly, powly, gammon and spinach,

“Heigh-ho!” said Anthony Rowley.

Oh! dear, what can the matter be?

Oh! dear, what can the matter be?

Oh! dear, what can the matter be?

Johnny’s so long at the fair.

He promised to bring me a basket of posies,

A garland of lilies, a garland of roses,

He promised to bring me a bunch of blue ribbons

To tie up my bonny brown hair.

What are little boys made of, made of?

What are little boys made of?

Frogs and snails and puppy dog’s tails,

And such are little boys made of.

What are little girls made of, made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice and all things nice,

And such are little girls made of.

There was a little man,

And he wooed a little maid,

And he said “Little maid! will you wed, wed, wed?

I have little more to say,

Then will you? yea, or nay!

For least said is soonest mended, ded, ded, ded.”

The little maid replied,

(Some say a little sighed),

“But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?

Will the love that you’re so rich in,

Put a fire into the kitchen?

Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.”

A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,

And he chirrup’d, he chirrup’d, so merry was he:

A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,

Determined to shoot the little cock-sparrow.

“This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew

And his giblets shall make me a little pie too:”

“Oh, no!” said the sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,”

So he flapped his wings, and away he flew.

Hush-a-by baby on the tree-top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

Down comes baby, cradle and all!

Vol. I.—OUR OLD NURSERY RHYMES

Vol. II.—LITTLE SONGS OF LONG AGO

Vol. III.—OLD DUTCH NURSERY RHYMES

THE CHILDREN’S CORNER

LITTLE PEOPLE

Each book containing 16 Pictures and Verses from Child Life

SCHUMANN

Piano Album of Children’s Pieces

CHILDREN’S POST CARDS

11 sets of 12 cards

NURSERY RHYME BOOKS:

1. GRANNIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

2. MOTHER’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

3. AUNTIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

4. NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

5. DADDY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

6. BABY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK