Category: The Real Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Saturday, Saturday
SATURDAY, SUNDAYOn Saturday night Shall be all my careTo powder my locks And curl my hair. On Sunday morning My love will come in.When he will marry me With a gold ring.
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Mother Goose: Sulky Sue
SULKY SUE Here’s Sulky Sue,What shall we do?Turn her face to the wallTill she comes to.
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Mother Goose: The First of May
THE FIRST OF MAY The fair maid who, the first of May,Goes to the fields at break of day,And washes in dew from the hawthorn-tree,Will ever after handsome be.
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Mother Goose: Two Pigeons
TWO PIGEONS I had two pigeons bright and gay,They flew from me the other day.What was the reason they did go?I cannot tell, for I do not know.
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Mother Goose: Old Woman, Old Woman
OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMANThere was an old woman tossed in a basket, Seventeen times as high as the moon;But where she was going no mortal could tell, For under her arm she carried a broom. “Old woman, old woman, old woman,”said I, “Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?”“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky; And I’ll be with…
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Mother Goose: Boy and the Sparrow
BOY AND THE SPARROWA little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow. “This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew,And his giblets shall make me a little pie, too.”“Oh, no,” says the sparrow “I…
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Mother Goose: The Hobby-Horse
THE HOBBY-HORSEI had a little hobby-horse, And it was dapple gray;Its head was made of pea-straw, Its tail was made of hay. I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat;And I’ll not sing my song again Without another coat.
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Mother Goose: Tommy Tittlemouse
TOMMY TITTLEMOUSE Little Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men’s ditches.
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Mother Goose: Sing a Song of Sixpence
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE 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, …
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Mother Goose: Little Pussy
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.