articlesforchristians

Mother Goose: Pancake Day

PANCAKE DAY

Great A, little a,
This is pancake day;
Toss the ball high,
Throw the ball low,
Those that come after
May sing heigh-ho!

Mother Goose: A Sure Test

A SURE TEST

If you are to be a gentleman,
    As I suppose you’ll be,
You’ll neither laugh nor smile,
    For a tickling of the knee.

Mother Goose: T’OTHER LITTLE TUNE

T’OTHER LITTLE TUNE

I won’t be my father’s Jack,
  I won’t be my father’s Jill;
I will be the fiddler’s wife,
  And have music when I will.
      T’other little tune,
      T’other little tune,
      Prithee, Love, play me
      T’other little tune.

Mother Goose: My Kitten

Mother Goose: The Old Man

THE OLD MAN
There was an old man
In a velvet coat,
He kissed a maid
And gave her a groat.
The groat it was crack’d
And would not go,–
Ah, old man, do you serve me so?

Mother Goose: THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCE

THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCE
There came an old woman from France
Who taught grown-up children to dance;
    But they were so stiff,
    She sent them home in a sniff,
This sprightly old woman from France.

Mother Goose: One Misty Moisty Morning

ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING
One misty moisty morning,
    When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man,
    Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment
    And I began to grin.
How do you do? And how do you do?
    And how do you do again?

Mother Goose: ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN

ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
    Is in the mickle wood!
Little John, Little John,
    He to the town is gone.

Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
    Telling his beads,
All in the greenwood
    Among the green weeds.

Little John, Little John,
    If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
    We shall fret full sore!

Mother Goose: Dance to Your Daddie

DANCE TO YOUR DADDIE
Dance to your daddie,
My bonnie laddie;
Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb;
You shall get a fishy,
On a little dishy;
You shall get a fishy, when the boat comes home.

Mother Goose: Jack and Jill

JACK AND JILL
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.

Then up Jack got and off did trot,
  As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
  With vinegar and brown paper.