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Title: Denslow's Mother Goose

Illustrator: W. W. Denslow

Release date: June 10, 2006 [eBook #18546]

Language: English

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Denslow's

MOTHER

GOOSE

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Inside front



Inside front

Denslow's

MOTHER

GOOSE

Being the old familiar rhymes and jingles of MOTHER GOOSE edited and illustrated

by

W. W. Denslow.

1901
McClure, Phillips
& Company
Publishers
NEW YORK



Mother Goose



COPYRIGHT
1901
BY
William
Wallace
Denslow



By William Wallace Denslow



This book is dedicated to
Ann Waters Denslow
with much love and gratitude
for her help in its making.



Dedication to Ann Waters Denslow





Mary Mary





Dressing up



Humpty Dumpty



Humpty Dumpty



Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses, and all the king's men
Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.
(an egg)



Humpty Dumpty



Humpty Dumpty



Mistress Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells and silver bells,
And pretty maids all in a row.



Mistress Mary



Mistress Mary



Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a hunting,
He'll never get this rabbit's skin,
To wrap the baby bunting in.



Bye, baby bunting



Bye, baby bunting



Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And he took out a plum,
And said,
"What a good boy am I!"



Little Jack Horner



Little Jack Horner



Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he:
 
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
 
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
 
Oh, there's none so rare,
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.



Old King Cole



Old King Cole



Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full;
One for my master,
And one for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives in the lane.



Baa, baa, black sheep



Baa, baa, black sheep



Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I will, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, and
Put in the oven for Tommy and me.



Pat-a-cake



Pat-a-cake



Great A, little a,
Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see.



Great A, little a



Great A, little a



To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, dancing a jig:
Ride to market to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.



To market



To market



I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.
I'll sit by the fire, and give her some food,
And Pussy will love me, because I am good.



I love little Pussy



I love little Pussy



Higglepy, Piggleby, My black hen,
She lays eggs For gentlemen;
Sometimes nine, And sometimes ten,
Higglepy, Piggleby, My black hen!



Higglepy, Piggleby



Higglepy, Piggleby



Hickety; dickety, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
Down the mouse ran,
Hickety, dickety, dock.



Hickety; dickety, dock



Hickety; dickety, dock



Hush-a-bye, baby, on on the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough bends it never can fall,
Safe is the baby, bough, cradle and all.



Hush-a-bye, baby



Hush-a-bye, baby



There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth with plenty of bread,
She kissed them all fondly and sent them to bed.



There was an old woman



There was an old woman



Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat
Of an old nanny goat
I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring-a-ting tang,
And a ring-a-ting tang,
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!



Poor old Robinson Crusoe



Poor old Robinson Crusoe



Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day;
Little Arthur wants to play.



Rain, rain, go away



Rain, rain, go away



The rose is red,
The violet's blue,
Sugar is sweet,
And so are you.



The rose is red



The rose is red



Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn.



Little Boy Blue



Little Boy Blue



There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Nineteen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye.



There was an old woman



There was an old woman



Ride a cockhorse to Banbury-cross
To see an old lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.



Ride a cockhorse



Ride a cockhorse



The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.



The Queen of Hearts



The Queen of Hearts



The King of Hearts called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.



The King of Hearts



The King of Hearts



Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.



Little Bo-peep



Little Bo-peep



The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
Poor thing!
He'll sit in a barn,
And to keep himself warm,
Will hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!



The north wind doth blow



The north wind doth blow



There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet;
And yet this old woman could never be quiet.



There was an old woman



There was an old woman



Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
 
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."
 
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale:
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.



Simple Simon



Simple Simon



Little Miss Muffet,
She sat on a tuffet,
There came a great spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.



Little Miss Muffet



Little Miss Muffet



Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper,
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.



Little Tom Tucker



Little Tom Tucker



Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
 
He followed, her to school one day;
That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.



Mary had a little lamb



Mary had a little lamb



And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear.
 
"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager children cry.
"Oh, Mary loves the lamb, you know."
The teacher did reply.



And so the teacher turned him out



And so the teacher turned him out



A diller, a dollar,
A ten o' clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.



A diller, a dollar



A diller, a dollar



I had a little hobby-horse,
And it was dapple grey;
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 a new coat.



I had a little hobby-horse



I had a little hobby-horse



Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife, and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin-shell.
And there he kept her very well.



Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater



Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater



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.



Jack and Jill



Jack and Jill



The man in the moon,
Came down too soon,
To inquire his way to Norwich.
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease porridge.



The man in the moon



The man in the moon



Hey! diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed to see such sport.
And the dish ran after the spoon.



Hey! diddle, diddle



Hey! diddle, diddle



There was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
When a bird called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.



There was a fat man



There was a fat man



Hark, hark!
The dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town;
Some in tags,
Some in rags,
And some in velvet gowns.



Hark, hark



Hark, hark



Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
And Jack jump over the candle stick.



Jack be nimble



Jack be nimble



Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl,
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.



Three wise men of Gotham



Three wise men of Gotham



Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, the other shoe on,
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.



Deedle, deedle, dumpling



Deedle, deedle, dumpling



Cock a doodle doo,
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddle-stick,
And knows not what to do.



Cock a doodle doo



Cock a doodle doo



Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
And let's drink tea.
 
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They've all gone away.



Polly, put the kettle on



Polly, put the kettle on



The verses in this
book have been
hand-lettered by
FRED W. GOUDY.



hand-lettere by FRED GOUDY



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