FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33  
34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   >>   >|  
d; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding! A farmer went trotting Upon his gray mare; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! With his daughter behind him, So rosy and fair; Lumpety, lumpety, lump! A raven cried "Croak"; And they all tumbled down; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! The mare broke her knees, And the farmer his crown; Lumpety, lumpety, lump. The mischievous raven Flew laughing away; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! And vowed he would serve them The same the next day; Bumpety, bumpety, bump! Hey, my kitten, my kitten, And hey, my kitten, my deary! Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy. Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet, The merchants of London they wear scarlet; Silk in the collar and gold in the hem, So merrily march the merchantmen. _Rhymes About a Little Woman_ This is the way the ladies ride-- Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side! This is the way the gentlemen ride-- Sitting astride, sitting astride! This is the way the grandmothers ride-- Bundled and tied, bundled and tied! This is the way the babykins ride-- Snuggled inside, snuggled inside! This is the way when they are late, They _all_ fly over a five-barred gate. William Canton. Every evening Baby goes Trot, trot, to town-- Across the river, through the fields, Up hill and down. Trot, trot, the Baby goes, Up hill and down, To buy a feather for her hat, To buy a woolen gown. Trot, trot, the Baby goes; The birds fly down, alack! "You cannot have our feathers, dear," They say; "so please trot back." Trot, trot, the Baby goes; The lambs come bleating near. "You cannot have our wool," they say; "But we are sorry, dear." Trot, trot, the Baby goes, Trot, trot, to town. She buys a red rose for her hat, She buys a cotton gown. Mary F. Butts. IV BABY'S FRIENDS Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs; upon my word, He was a pretty fellow. The sweetest notes he al
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   9   10   11   12   13   14   15   16   17   18   19   20   21   22   23   24   25   26   27   28   29   30   31   32   33  
34   35   36   37   38   39   40   41   42   43   44   45   46   47   48   49   50   51   52   53   54   55   56   57   58   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
bumpety
 

Bumpety

 

kitten

 

inside

 
farmer
 
astride
 

pretty

 
lumpety
 

Lumpety

 

William


Canton

 

sweetest

 
evening
 

fellow

 
yellow
 
Slender
 

snuggled

 

bright

 
Feathers
 

barred


bleating

 

FRIENDS

 

feathers

 
cotton
 

woolen

 
fields
 

Across

 

feather

 

Rhymes

 

laughing


mischievous

 

tumbled

 
mother
 

chorus

 

daughter

 

trotting

 
Little
 
merchantmen
 

merrily

 

ladies


Saddle

 

Bundled

 

bundled

 

babykins

 
grandmothers
 

sitting

 
saddle
 

gentlemen

 
Sitting
 

collar