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The

Complete Collection

of

PICTURES & SONGS

BY

RANDOLPH CALDECOTT




[Illustration:

    R. CALDECOTT’S
    COLLECTION OF
    PICTURES & SONGS
]




    The
    Complete Collection
    OF
    PICTURES & SONGS
    BY
    RANDOLPH CALDECOTT

    ENGRAVED AND PRINTED BY EDMUND EVANS

    WITH A PREFACE
    BY
    AUSTIN DOBSON

    [Illustration]

    LONDON
    GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS
    BROADWAY, LUDGATE HILL
    GLASGOW, AND NEW YORK
    1887




THIS EDITION IS LIMITED TO 800 COPIES.

No. 272




CONTENTS


                                                                    PAGE

  COVER TO R. CALDECOTT’S COLLECTION OF PICTURES AND
      SONGS--_Frontispiece_                                            4

  COVER TO R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOK--NO. 1                         11

  THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT                                           13

  THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN                                47

  THE MAD DOG                                                         81

  THE BABES IN THE WOOD                                              115

  COVER TO R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOK--NO. 2                        149

  THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN                                          151

  SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE                                           185

  THE QUEEN OF HEARTS                                                219

  THE FARMER’S BOY                                                   253

  COVER TO R. CALDECOTT’S SECOND COLLECTION OF PICTURES AND SONGS    287

  COVER TO THE HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE PICTURE BOOK                        289

  THE MILKMAID                                                       291

  HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE                                                  317

  BABY BUNTING                                                       331

  A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO                                        343

  THE FOX JUMPS OVER THE PARSON’S GATE                               369

  COVER TO THE PANJANDRUM PICTURE BOOK                               395

  COME LASSES AND LADS                                               397

  RIDE A COCK-HORSE TO BANBURY CROSS                                 423

  A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE                          437

  AN ELEGY ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX--MRS. MARY BLAIZE                 449

  THE GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF                                   477–500




PREFACE.


_The first two of the children’s books here reproduced were published
in 1878; the last two in 1885, only a few weeks before_ Mr. CALDECOTT’S
_premature death. He had not intended to make any further additions
to their number, and the series is consequently complete. Into what
new domain his still-creative genius would have wandered,--for he
was well on the hither side of the period fixed by tradition for the
decline of human invention, and in spite of ill-health, was gifted
with a rare buoyancy and elasticity of temperament,--it is idle to
conjecture. But his gradual development from the tentative sketches of
his early days into the purely individual manner of his latest work,
had been unmistakeable enough to justify the belief that even higher
triumphs might have been reserved to his ripened powers. Would he not
have gained fresh laurels as a designer in some unfamiliar field?--as
a modeller of bas-relief touched with his own distinctive quality?--as
a delicate and dexterous water-colour artist? None can answer these
questions now. But at least he has left us a definite legacy of
accomplished work, for which we can scarcely be too grateful, since it
is unique in kind, and certain to be enduring in charm._

_Of this legacy, the two volumes of_ “Old Christmas” _and_ “Bracebridge
Hall,” _and the present collection of picture-books are surely
the most memorable. In decorating the gentle and kindly pages of_
Goldsmith’s _American disciple_, Mr. CALDECOTT _seems for the first
time to have discovered a fitting outlet of his cherished memories of
the country-side where he was bred, and of the picturesque old town
where he was born;--for those loving studies of animal life which had
delighted him as a boy;--for that feeling for the old-world in costume
and accessory which was a native impulse in his talent. No books of
this century have been so genially, so loyally, so sympathetically
illustrated. And yet these_ Irving _volumes, however excellent, were
but the stepping stones to the artist’s more signal successes in
nursery literature._ “John Gilpin” _and_ “The Mad Dog” _are illustrated
books; but they are illustrated books “with a difference.”_ Mr.
CALDECOTT _found in them his theme, it is true: but it was a theme upon
which his pencil played the most engaging variations. Who, for example,
ever before conceived of_ Madam Blaize _as a pawnbroker, because_--

  “_She freely lent to all the poor,--
      Who left a pledge behind_”?

_Who, again, had penetrated the hidden secret of that corroding
jealousy which led the dog to bite the prim and impeccable personage
who afterwards so fatally disagreed with him? And where else had the
world been shewn the authentic academic presence,--the very “form and
pressure,”--of_ “The Great Panjandrum Himself,” _“with the little
round button at top;” or imagined the hurly-burly of those headlong,
horn-blowing, cheek-bursting and hopelessly futile_ “Jovial Huntsmen”?
_Nor were these all, or even a tithe of the sportive surprises, the
undreamed disclosures, of these captivating pages. Around and about
them the artist has woven the most humourous ingenuities, the most
freakish and frolicsome fancies; he has set them in the most inviting
framework of town and country; he has enlisted in his service the most
blithe and winsome figures of women and children, the most irresistible
dogs and horses and birds. The open-air life of England, with all its
freshness and breeziness, its pastoral seduction and its picturesque
environment, is everywhere present in his work. He has the art, too,
of being elegant without being effeminate, and of being tender without
being mawkish. It was said of a great English novelist that his laugh
clears the air; it may be said of these light-hearted pictures that
their mirth clears not only the air but the imagination. No taint
clings to them of morbid affectation or sickly sentiment: they are the
genuine pictorial utterances of a manly, happy nature, delighting in
beauty, delighting in innocent pleasure, and dowered as few English
artists have been with the gifts of refinement and grace._

                                                  _A. D._




[Illustration: R. Caldecott’s PICTURE BOOK


    The BABES in the WOOD

    The HOUSE that JACK built

    The MAD DOG

    John GILPIN
]




[Illustration: The HOUSE that JACK built.

ONE OF R CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.

[Illustration]

  This is the House that
                    Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration: JACK]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  This is the Malt,
  That lay in the House that
                      Jack built.

[Illustration]

  This is the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House
          that Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

           This is the Cat,
           That killed the Rat,
           That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House that Jack built.

[Illustration]

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[Illustration]

  This is the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House that
                      Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  This is the Cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House that
                      Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  This is the Maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House
          that Jack built.

[Illustration]

  This is the Man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House
          that Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  This is the Priest all shaven and shorn,
  That married the Man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House
          that Jack built.

[Illustration]

  This is the Cock that crowed in the morn,
  That waked the Priest all shaven and shorn,
  That married the Man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House
              that Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  This is the Farmer who sowed the corn,
  That fed the Cock that crowed in the morn,
  That waked the Priest all shaven and shorn,
  That married the Man all tattered and torn,
  That kissed the Maiden all forlorn,
  That milked the Cow with the crumpled horn,
  That tossed the Dog,
  That worried the Cat,
  That killed the Rat,
  That ate the Malt,
  That lay in the House
                  that Jack built.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration: The Diverting History of JOHN GILPIN

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]




    THE DIVERTING HISTORY
                OF JOHN GILPIN.

[Illustration]


THE DIVERTING HISTORY

OF

JOHN GILPIN:

_Showing how he went farther than he intended, and came safe home
again._

[Illustration: WRITTEN BY Wm. COWPER

WITH DRAWINGS BY R. CALDECOTT]

  John Gilpin was a citizen
    Of credit and renown,
  A train-band captain eke was he,
    Of famous London town.

  John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear,
    “Though wedded we have been
  These twice ten tedious years, yet we
    No holiday have seen.

  “To-morrow is our wedding-day,
    And we will then repair
  Unto the ‘Bell’ at Edmonton,
    All in a chaise and pair.

  “My sister, and my sister’s child,
    Myself, and children three,
  Will fill the chaise; so you must ride
    On horseback after we.”

[Illustration: The Linendraper bold]

  He soon replied, “I do admire
    Of womankind but one,
  And you are she, my dearest dear,
    Therefore it shall be done.

  “I am a linendraper bold,
    As all the world doth know,
  And my good friend the calender
    Will lend his horse to go.”

  Quoth Mrs. Gilpin, “That’s well said;
    And for that wine is dear,
  We will be furnished with our own,
    Which is both bright and clear.”

  John Gilpin kissed his loving wife;
    O’erjoyed was he to find,
  That though on pleasure she was bent,
    She had a frugal mind.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  The morning came, the chaise was brought,
    But yet was not allowed
  To drive up to the door, lest all
    Should say that she was proud.

  So three doors off the chaise was stayed,
    Where they all did get in;
  Six precious souls, and all agog
    To dash through thick and thin.

  Smack went the whip, round went the wheels,
    Were never folks so glad!
  The stones did rattle underneath,
    As if Cheapside were mad.

  John Gilpin at his horse’s side
    Seized fast the flowing mane,
  And up he got, in haste to ride,
    But soon came down again;

  For saddletree scarce reached had he,
    His journey to begin,
  When, turning round his head, he saw
    Three customers come in.

  So down he came; for loss of time,
    Although it grieved him sore,
  Yet loss of pence, full well he knew,
    Would trouble him much more.

[Illustration: The 3 customers]

[Illustration]

  ’Twas long before the customers
    Were suited to their mind,
  When Betty screaming came downstairs,
    “The wine is left behind!”

  “Good lack!” quoth he, “yet bring it me,
    My leathern belt likewise,
  In which I bear my trusty sword
    When I do exercise.”

  Now Mistress Gilpin (careful soul!)
    Had two stone bottles found,
  To hold the liquor that she loved,
    And keep it safe and sound.

  Each bottle had a curling ear,
    Through which the belt he drew,
  And hung a bottle on each side,
    To make his balance true.

  Then over all, that he might be
    Equipped from top to toe,
  His long red cloak, well brushed and neat,
    He manfully did throw.

  Now see him mounted once again
    Upon his nimble steed,
  Full slowly pacing o’er the stones,
    With caution and good heed.

[Illustration]

  But finding soon a smoother road
    Beneath his well-shod feet,
  The snorting beast began to trot,
    Which galled him in his seat.

[Illustration]

  “So, fair and softly!” John he cried,
    But John he cried in vain;
  That trot became a gallop soon,
    In spite of curb and rein.

  So stooping down, as needs he must
    Who cannot sit upright,
  He grasped the mane with both his hands,
    And eke with all his might.

  His horse, who never in that sort
    Had handled been before,
  What thing upon his back had got,
    Did wonder more and more.

  Away went Gilpin, neck or nought;
    Away went hat and wig;
  He little dreamt, when he set out,
    Of running such a rig.

  The wind did blow, the cloak did fly
    Like streamer long and gay,
  Till, loop and button failing both,
    At last it flew away.

[Illustration]

  Then might all people well discern
    The bottles he had slung;
  A bottle swinging at each side,
    As hath been said or sung.

  The dogs did bark, the children screamed,
    Up flew the windows all;
  And every soul cried out, “Well done!”
    As loud as he could bawl.

  Away went Gilpin--who but he?
    His fame soon spread around;
  “He carries weight! he rides a race!
    ’Tis for a thousand pound!”

  And still as fast as he drew near,
    ’Twas wonderful to view
  How in a trice the turnpike-men
    Their gates wide open threw.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  And now, as he went bowing down
    His reeking head full low,
  The bottles twain behind his back
    Were shattered at a blow.

  Down ran the wine into the road,
    Most piteous to be seen,
  Which made the horse’s flanks to smoke,
    As they had basted been.

[Illustration]

  But still he seemed to carry weight,
    With leathern girdle braced;
  For all might see the bottle-necks
    Still dangling at his waist.

[Illustration]

  Thus all through merry Islington
    These gambols he did play,
  Until he came unto the Wash
    Of Edmonton so gay;

  And there he threw the wash about
    On both sides of the way,
  Just like unto a trundling mop,
    Or a wild goose at play.

[Illustration]

  At Edmonton his loving wife
    From the balcony spied
  Her tender husband, wondering much
    To see how he did ride.

  “Stop, stop, John Gilpin!--Here’s the house!”
    They all at once did cry;
  “The dinner waits, and we are tired;”
    Says Gilpin--“So am I!”

[Illustration]

  But yet his horse was not a whit
    Inclined to tarry there;
  For why?--his owner had a house
    Full ten miles off, at Ware.

  So like an arrow swift he flew.
    Shot by an archer strong;
  So he did fly--which brings me to
    The middle of my song.

[Illustration]

  Away went Gilpin, out of breath,
    And sore against his will,
  Till at his friend the calender’s
    His horse at last stood still.

  The calender, amazed to see
    His neighbour in such trim,
  Laid down his pipe, flew to the gate,
    And thus accosted him:

[Illustration]

  “What news? what news? your tidings tell;
    Tell me you must and shall--
  Say why bareheaded you are come,
    Or why you come at all?”

  Now Gilpin had a pleasant wit,
    And loved a timely joke;
  And thus unto the calender
    In merry guise he spoke:

  “I came because your horse would come:
    And, if I well forebode,
  My hat and wig will soon be here,
    They are upon the road.”

  The calender, right glad to find
    His friend in merry pin,
  Returned him not a single word,
    But to the house went in;

[Illustration]

  Whence straight he came with hat and wig,
    A wig that flowed behind,
  A hat not much the worse for wear,
    Each comely in its kind.

  He held them up, and in his turn
    Thus showed his ready wit:
  “My head is twice as big as yours,
    They therefore needs must fit.”

[Illustration]

  “But let me scrape the dirt away,
    That hangs upon your face;
  And stop and eat, for well you may
    Be in a hungry case.”

  Said John, “It is my wedding-day,
    And all the world would stare
  If wife should dine at Edmonton,
    And I should dine at Ware.”

  So turning to his horse, he said,
    “I am in haste to dine;
  ’Twas for your pleasure you came here,
    You shall go back for mine.”

  Ah! luckless speech, and bootless boast!
    For which he paid full dear;
  For while he spake, a braying ass
    Did sing most loud and clear;

  Whereat his horse did snort, as he
    Had heard a lion roar,
  And galloped off with all his might,
    As he had done before.

[Illustration]

  Away went Gilpin, and away
    Went Gilpin’s hat and wig;
  He lost them sooner than at first,
    For why?--they were too big.

[Illustration]

  Now Mistress Gilpin, when she saw
    Her husband posting down
  Into the country far away,
    She pulled out half-a-crown;

  And thus unto the youth she said
    That drove them to the “Bell,”
  “This shall be yours when you bring back
    My husband safe and well.”

[Illustration]

  The youth did ride, and soon did meet
    John coming back amain;
  Whom in a trice he tried to stop,
    By catching at his rein.

  But not performing what he meant,
    And gladly would have done,
  The frighted steed he frighted more,
    And made him faster run.

  Away went Gilpin, and away
    Went postboy at his heels,
  The postboy’s horse right glad to miss
    The lumbering of the wheels.

[Illustration]

  Six gentlemen upon the road,
    Thus seeing Gilpin fly,
  With postboy scampering in the rear,
    They raised the hue and cry.

  “Stop thief! stop thief! a highwayman!”
    Not one of them was mute;
  And all and each that passed that way
    Did join in the pursuit.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  And now the turnpike-gates again
    Flew open in short space;
  the toll-men thinking, as before,
    That Gilpin rode a race.

  And so he did, and won it too,
    For he got first to town;
  Nor stopped till where he had got up,
    He did again get down.

  Now let us sing, Long live the King,
    And Gilpin, long live he;
  And when he next doth ride abroad,
    May I be there to see.

[Illustration]




[Illustration: The MAD DOG

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS]


ELEGY ON A MAD DOG.

[Illustration]

[Illustration: An ELEGY on the DEATH of a MAD DOG.

WRITTEN By Dr. Goldsmith

Pictured By R. CALDECOTT

Sung By Master BILL PRIMROSE]

[Illustration]

  Good people all, of every sort,
    Give ear unto my song;
  And if you find it wondrous short.

[Illustration]

  It cannot hold you long.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  In Islington there lived a man,
    Of whom the world might say,
  That still a godly race he ran,

[Illustration]

  Whene’er he went

[Illustration]

  to pray.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  A kind and gentle heart he had,
      To comfort friends and foes;
  The naked every day he clad,

[Illustration]

  When he put on

[Illustration]

  his clothes.

[Illustration]

  And in that town a dog was found:
      As many dogs there be----
  Both mongrel, puppy, whelp, and hound,
    And curs of low degree.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  This dog and man at first were friends;

[Illustration]

  But, when a pique began,

[Illustration]

  The dog, to gain some private ends,
  Went mad, and bit the man.

[Illustration]

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  Around from all

[Illustration]

  the neighbouring streets

[Illustration]

  The wondering neighbours ran;

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  And swore the dog had lost his wits,

[Illustration]

  To bite so good a man.

[Illustration]

  The wound it seem’d both sore and sad
    To every christian eye;

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  And while they swore the dog was mad,

[Illustration]

  They swore the man would die.

[Illustration]

  But soon a wonder came to light,
          That show’d the rogues they lied--
        The man recover’d of the bite;
          The dog it was that died.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]




[Illustration: The BABES in the WOOD.

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

George Routledge & Sons.]


THE BABES IN THE WOOD.

[Illustration: SORE SICKE THEY WERE AND LIKE TO DYE]

[Illustration]

  Now ponder well, you parents deare,
      These wordes which I shall write;
  A doleful story you shall heare,
      In time brought forth to light.

  A gentleman of good account
      In Norfolke dwelt of late,
  Who did in honour far surmount
      Most men of his estate.

  Sore sicke he was, and like to dye,
      No helpe his life could save;
  His wife by him as sicke did lye,
      And both possest one grave.

[Illustration]

  No love between these two was lost,
      Each was to other kinde;
  In love they liv’d, in love they dyed,
      And left two babes behinde:

  The one a fine and pretty boy,
      Not passing three yeares olde;
  The other a girl more young than he,
      And fram’d in beautye’s molde.

  The father left his little son,
      As plainlye doth appeare,
  When he to perfect age should come,
      Three hundred poundes a yeare.

  And to his little daughter Jane
      Five hundred poundes in gold,
  To be paid downe on marriage-day,
      Which might not be controll’d:

[Illustration]

  But if the children chanced to dye,
      Ere they to age should come,
  Their uncle should possesse their wealth;
      For so the wille did run.

[Illustration: Now, BROTHER, said the dying man, LOOK TO MY CHILDREN
DEARE.]

  “Now, brother,” said the dying man,
      “Look to my children deare;
  Be good unto my boy and girl,
      No friendes else have they here:

  “To God and you I do commend
      My children deare this daye;
  But little while be sure we have
      Within this world to staye.

  “You must be father and mother both,
      And uncle all in one;
  God knowes what will become of them,
      When I am dead and gone.”

[Illustration]

  With that bespake their mother deare:
      “O brother kinde,” quoth shee,
  “You are the man must bring our babes
      To wealth or miserie:

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  “And if you keep them carefully,
      Then God will you reward;
  But if you otherwise should deal,
      God will your deedes regard.”

[Illustration: WITH LIPPES AS COLD AS ANY STONE, THEY KIST THE CHILDREN
SMALL]

  With lippes as cold as any stone,
      They kist the children small:
  “God bless you both, my children deare;”
      With that the teares did fall.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  These speeches then their brother spake
      To this sicke couple there:
  “The keeping of your little ones,
      Sweet sister, do not feare:

  “God never prosper me nor mine,
      Nor aught else that I have,
  If I do wrong your children deare,
      When you are layd in grave.”

[Illustration]

[Illustration: THEIR PARENTS BEING DEAD & GONE, THE CHILDREN HOME HE
TAKES.]

  The parents being dead and gone,
      The children home he takes,
  And bringes them straite unto his house,
      Where much of them he makes.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  He had not kept these pretty babes
      A twelvemonth and a daye,
  But, for their wealth, he did devise
      To make them both awaye.

  He bargain’d with two ruffians strong,
      Which were of furious mood,
  That they should take the children young,
      And slaye them in a wood.

[Illustration]

  He told his wife an artful tale,
      He would the children send
  To be brought up in faire London,
      With one that was his friend.

[Illustration]

  Away then went those pretty babes,
      Rejoycing at that tide,
  Rejoycing with a merry minde,
      They should on cock-horse ride.

[Illustration: AWAY THEN WENT THE PRETTY BABES REJOYCING AT THAT TIDE]

[Illustration]

  They prate and prattle pleasantly
      As they rode on the waye,
  To those that should their butchers be,
      And work their lives’ decaye:

  So that the pretty speeche they had,
      Made murderers’ heart relent;
  And they that undertooke the deed,
      Full sore did now repent.

  Yet one of them, more hard of heart,
      Did vow to do his charge,
  Because the wretch, that hired him,
      Had paid him very large.

[Illustration]

  The other would not agree thereto,
      So here they fell to strife;
  With one another they did fight,
      About the children’s life:

[Illustration]

  And he that was of mildest mood
      Did slaye the other there,
  Within an unfrequented wood,
      Where babes did quake for feare!

[Illustration: AND HE THAT WAS OF MILDEST MOOD

DID SLAYE THE OTHER THERE]

[Illustration]

  He took the children by the hand,
      While teares stood in their eye,
  And bade them come and go with him,
      And look they did not crye:

  And two long miles he ledd them on,
      While they for food complaine:
  “Stay here,” quoth he, “I’ll bring ye bread,
      When I come back againe.”

[Illustration]

  These prettye babes, with hand in hand,
      Went wandering up and downe;

[Illustration]

  But never more they sawe the man
      Approaching from the town.

[Illustration]

[Illustration]

  Their prettye lippes with blackberries
      Were all besmear’d and dyed;

  And when they sawe the darksome night,
      They sat them downe and cryed.

[Illustration]

  Thus wandered these two prettye babes,
      Till death did end their grief;
  In one another’s armes they dyed,
      As babes wanting relief.

  No burial these prettye babes
      Of any man receives,

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  Till Robin-redbreast painfully
      Did cover them with leaves.

[Illustration: IN ONE ANOTHER’S ARMS THEY DYED.]




[Illustration: R. Caldecott’s Picture Book No 2

    The Farmer’s Boy

    SING A SONG for SIX PENCE

    The 3 JOVIAL HUNTSMEN

    The QUEEN of HEARTS
]




[Illustration: The Three Jovial Huntsmen

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


THE THREE JOVIAL HUNTSMEN.

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  It’s of three jovial huntsmen, an’ a hunting they did go;
  An’ they hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ they blew their horns also.
                                      Look ye there!

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  An’ one said, “Mind yo’r e’en, an’ keep yo’r noses reet i’ th’ wind.

  An’ then, by scent or seet, we’ll leet o’ summat to our mind.”
                                          Look ye there!

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  They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the first thing they did find
  Was a tatter’t boggart, in a field, an’ that they left behind.
                          Look ye there!

  One said it was a boggart, an’ another he said “Nay;
  It’s just a ge’man-farmer, that has gone an’ lost his way.”
                          Look ye there!

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  They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find
  Was a gruntin’, grindin’ grindlestone, an’ that they left behind.
                                      Look ye there!

  One said it was a grindlestone, another he said “Nay;
  It’s nought but an’ owd fossil cheese, that somebody’s roll’t away.”
                                      Look ye there!

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  They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find
  Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an’ that, too, they left behind.
                                      Look ye there!

  One said it was a bull-calf, an’ another he said “Nay;
  It’s just a painted jackass, that has never larnt to bray.”
                                      Look ye there!

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  They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find
  Was a two-three children leaving school, an’ these they left behind.
                                      Look ye there!

  One said that they were children, but another he said “Nay;
  They’re no’ but little angels, so we’ll leave ’em to their play.”
                                      Look ye there!

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  They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find
  Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an’ that, too, they left behind.
                                      Look ye there!

  One said it was a fat pig, but another he said “Nay;
  It’s just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away.”
                                      Look ye there!

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  They hunted, an’ they hollo’d, an’ the next thing they did find
  Was two young lovers in a lane, an’ these they left behind.
                                      Look ye there!

  One said that they were lovers, but another he said “Nay;
  They’re two poor wanderin’ lunatics come, let us go away.”
                                      Look ye there!

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  So they hunted, an’ they hollo’d, till the setting of the sun;
  An’ they’d nought to bring away at last, when th’ huntin’-day was done.
                                      Look ye there!

  Then one unto the other said, “This huntin’ doesn’t pay;
  But we’n powler’t up an’ down a bit, an’ had a rattlin’ day.”
                                      Look ye there!

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[Illustration: SING A SONG for SIXPENCE

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS]


SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE.

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  Sing a Song for Sixpence.

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  A Pocketful

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  of Rye;

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  Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds

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  Baked

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  in a Pie.

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  When the Pie was opened,
  The Birds began to sing;

  Was not that

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  a dainty Dish

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  To set before the King?

  The King was in

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  his Counting-house,

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  Counting out his Money.

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  The Queen was in

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  the Parlour,

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  Eating Bread and Honey.

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  The Maid was in

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  the Garden,

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  Hanging out the Clothes;

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  There came a little Blackbird,

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  And snapped off her Nose.

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  But there came a Jenny Wren
    and popped it on again.

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[Illustration: The Queen of Hearts

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

George ROUTLEDGE & Sons]


THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.

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  The Queen of Hearts,
  She made some Tarts,

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  All on a Summer’s Day:

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  The Knave of Hearts,
  He stole those Tarts,

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  And took them right away.

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  The King of Hearts,
  Called for those Tarts,

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  And beat the Knave full sore:

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  The Knave of Hearts,
  Brought back those Tarts,

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  And vowed he’d steal no more.

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[Illustration: FARMER’S BOY

ONE OF R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEO. ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


THE FARMER’S BOY.

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I used to keep my master’s HORSES.
        With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,
          And here a GEE, and there a GEE,
          And everywhere a GEE;
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I used to keep my master’s LAMBS.
        With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there,
          And here a BAA, and there a BAA,
          And everywhere a BAA;
        With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,
          And here a GEE, and there a GEE,
          And everywhere a GEE;
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I used to keep my master’s HENS.
        With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, and a CHUCK-CHUCK there,
          And here a CHUCK, and there a CHUCK,
          And everywhere a CHUCK;
        With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there,
          And here a BAA, and there a BAA,
          And everywhere a BAA;
        With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,
              &c.,      &c.,      &c.
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I used to keep my master’s PIGS.
        With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, and a GRUNT-GRUNT there,
          And here a GRUNT, and there a GRUNT,
          And everywhere a GRUNT;
        With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, and a CHUCK-CHUCK there,
          And here a CHUCK, and there a CHUCK,
          And everywhere a CHUCK;
        With a BAA-BAA here, and a BAA-BAA there,
              &c.,      &c.,      &c.
        With a GEE-WO here, and a GEE-WO there,
              &c.,      &c.,      &c.
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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          When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
            I used to keep my master’s DUCKS.
          With a QUACK-QUACK here, and a QUACK-QUACK there,
            And here a QUACK, and there a QUACK,
            And everywhere a QUACK;
          With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, and a GRUNT-GRUNT there,
                  &c.,      &c.,      &c.
          With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.
          With a BAA-BAA here, &c.
          With a GEE-WO here, &c.
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I use to keep my master’s DOGS,
        With a BOW-BOW here, and a BOW-WOW there,
          And here a BOW, and there a WOW,
          And everywhere a WOW;
        With a QUACK-QUACK here, and a QUACK-QUACK there,
              &c.,      &c.,      &c.
        With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c.
        With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.
        With a BAA-BAA here, &c.
        With a GEE-WO here, &c.
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I used to keep my master’s CHILDREN.
        With a SHOUTING here, and a POUTING there,
          And here a SHOUT, and there a POUT,
          And everywhere a SHOUT;
        With a BOW-BOW here, and a BOW-WOW there.
              &c.,      &c.,      &c.
        With a QUACK-QUACK here, &c.
        With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c.
        With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.
        With a BAA-BAA here, &c.
        With a GEE-WO here, &c.
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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        When I was a farmer, a Farmer’s Boy,
          I used to keep my master’s TURKEYS.
        With a GOBBLE-GOBBLE here, and a GOBBLE-GOBBLE there,
          And here a GOBBLE, and there a GOBBLE,
          And everywhere a GOBBLE;
        With a SHOUTING here, and a POUTING there,
              &c.,      &c.,      &c.
        With a BOW-WOW here, &c.
        With a QUACK-QUACK here, &c.
        With a GRUNT-GRUNT here, &c.
        With a CHUCK-CHUCK here, &c.
        With a BAA-BAA here, &c.
        With a GEE-WO here, &c.
  Says I, My pretty lass, will you come to the banks of the Aire oh?

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[Illustration: R. CALDECOTT’S SECOND COLLECTION OF PICTURES & SONGS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]




[Illustration: The HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE PICTURE BOOK

BY R. CALDECOTT

    Where are you going my Pretty Maid?

    Hey diddle diddle

    A Frog he would a-wooing go

    Baby Bunting

    The Fox jumps over the Parson’s Gate
]




[Illustration: The Milkmaid

_R. Caldecott’s PICTURE BOOKS_

“_Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?_”

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


THE MILKMAID.

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The MILKMAID.

An Old Song exhibited and explained in many designs by R. Caldecott.

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  A LADY said to her Son--a poor young SQUIRE:
      “You must seek a Wife with a Fortune!”

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  “Where are you going, my Pretty Maid?”
  “I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said.

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  “Shall I go with you, my Pretty Maid?”
  “Oh yes, if you please, kind Sir,” she said.

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  “What is your Father, my Pretty Maid?”

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  “My Father’s a Farmer, Sir,” she said.

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  “Shall I marry you, my Pretty Maid?”
  “Oh thank you, kindly, Sir,” she said.

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  “But what is your fortune, my Pretty Maid?”
  “My face is my fortune, Sir,” she said.

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  “Then I can’t marry you, my Pretty Maid!”
  “Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.

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  “Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.

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  “Sir!” she said.

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  “Nobody asked you, Sir!” she said.

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[Illustration: HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE

AND

BABY BUNTING

_R. Caldecott’s Picture Books_

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE.

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  Hey, diddle, diddle,

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  The Cat

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  and the Fiddle.

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  The Cow jumped over the Moon,

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  The little Dog laughed

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  to see such fun,

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  And the Dish ran away with the Spoon.

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BABY BUNTING.

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  Bye, Baby Bunting!

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  Father’s

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  gone

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  a-hunting.

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  Gone to fetch

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  a Rabbit-skin

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  To wrap the Baby Bunting in.

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[Illustration: A FROG he would a-wooing go.

R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO.

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  A FROG he would a-wooing go,
            _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  Whether his Mother would let him or no.
          _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
            _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  So off he set with his opera-hat,
            _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  And on his way he met with a Rat.
          _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
            _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY.

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  “Pray, Mr. RAT, will you go with me,”
            _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  “Pretty Miss MOUSEY for to see?”
            _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  Now they soon arrived at MOUSEY’S Hall,
            _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  And gave a loud knock, and gave a loud call.
            _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  “Pray, Miss MOUSEY, are you within?”
            _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  “Oh, yes, kind Sirs, I’m sitting to spin.”

  _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
            _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  “Pray, Miss Mouse, will you give us some beer?”
                    _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  “For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.”

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  _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_

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  _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  “Pray, Mr. FROG, will you give us a song?”
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  “But let it be something that’s not very long.”
            _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  “Indeed, Miss MOUSE,” replied Mr. FROG,
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  “A cold has made me as hoarse as a Hog.”
            _With a rowley-powley, Gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  “Since you have caught cold,” Miss MOUSEY said,
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  “I’ll sing you a song that I have just made.”
            _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  But while they were all thus a merry-making,
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  A Cat and her Kittens came tumbling in.
            _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown;
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  The Kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.
                  _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  This put Mr. FROG in a terrible fright;
                          _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  He took up his hat, and he wished them good night.
                  _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                        _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  But as Froggy was crossing a silvery brook,
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  A lily-white Duck came and gobbled him up.
                  _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!

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  So there was an end of one, two, and three,
                      _Heigho, says_ ROWLEY!
  The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!
                  _With a rowley-powley, gammon and spinach,_
                      _Heigho, says_ ANTHONY ROWLEY!




[Illustration: The FOX jumps over the PARSON’S GATE

R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


  THE FOX JUMPS OVER
           THE PARSON’S GATE.

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  The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,
    When folks goes hunting, oh!
    When folks goes hunting, oh!
    When folks goes hunting, oh!
  The Huntsman blows his horn in the morn,
    When folks goes hunting, oh!

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  The Fox jumps over the PARSON’S gate,
      And the Hounds all after him go,
      And the Hounds all after him go,
      And the Hounds all after him go.

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  But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,
      So I’ll cry, TALLY-HO!
      So I’ll cry, TALLY-HO!

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  Now the PARSON had a pair to wed
      As the Hounds came full in view
  He tossed his surplice over his head,
      And bid them all adieu!

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  But all my fancy dwelt on NANCY,
      So he cried, TALLY-HO!
      So he cried, TALLY-HO!

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  Oh! never despise the soldier-lad
      Though his station be but low,
      Though his station be but low,
      Though his station be but low.

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  But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,
      So I’ll cry, TALLY-HO!

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  Then pass around the can, my boys;
      For we must homewards go,
      For we must homewards go,
      For we must homewards go.
  And if you ask me of this song
      The reason for to shew,
      I don’t exactly know--ow ow,
      I don’t exactly know.

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  But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,
      So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!
      So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!
  But all my fancy dwells on NANCY,
      So I’ll sing, TALLY-HO!

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[Illustration: The PANJANDRUM PICTURE BOOK.

Containing 5 SUBJECTS

    _Come lasses and lads,_

    _Ride a cock-horse,_

    _A Farmer went trotting,_

    _Mrs. Mary Blaize, &_

    _The Great Panjandrum himself._

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS

R. CALDECOTT.]




[Illustration: COME LASSES AND LADS

R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

George Routledge & Sons London]


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COME LASSES AND LADS.

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  Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,

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  And away to the May-pole hey:

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      For every he
      Has got him a she,
  With a Minstrel standing by.

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  For WILLY has gotten his JILL,
      And JOHNNY has got his JONE,
  To jigg it, jigg it, jigg it, jigg it,
      Jigg it up and down.

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  “Strike up,” says WATT; “Agreed,” says KATE,
      “And I prithee, Fiddler, play;”
  “Content,” says HODGE, and so says MADGE,
      For this is a Holiday!
  Then every man did put his hat off to his lass.
  And every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.

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  “Begin,” says HALL; “Ay, ay,” says MALL,
      “We’ll lead up Pockington’s pound;”
  “No, no,” says NOLL, and so says DOLL,
      “We’ll first have Sellenger’s round.”

  Then every man began
              to foot it round about.
  And every girl did jet it,
      Jet it, jet it in and out.

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  “You’re out,” says DICK; “Not I,” says NICK,
      “The Fiddler played it false;”
  “’Tis true,” says HUGH, and so says SUE,
                      And so says nimble ALICE.

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  The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,
  And every girl did trip it,
                        Trip it, trip it to the men.

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  Then after an hour, they went to a bower,
                      And played for ale and cakes.
  And kisses too--until they were due
                      the lasses held the stakes.

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  The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,
  And bid them take their kisses back,
                            and give them their own again.
  And bid them take their kisses back,
                            and give them their own again.

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  Now there they did stay the whole of the day,
      And tired the Fiddler quite,
  With singing and playing, without any paying,
      From morning until night.

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  They told the Fiddler then,
                    they’d pay him for his play,

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  And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence,
                      gave him and went away.

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  “Good-night,” says HARRY; “Good-night,” says MARY;
      “Good-night,” says DOLLY to JOHN;”
  “Good-night,” says SUE, to her sweetheart HUGH,
      “Good-night,” says everyone.

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  Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way,
  And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.
  And bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.

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[Illustration: RIDE A-COCK HORSE TO BANBURY+

& A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS

R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS]


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    RIDE A COCK-HORSE
              TO BANBURY CROSS.

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  Ride a Cock-Horse
                    To Banbury Cross,

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  To see a fine Lady
                  Get on a white Horse,

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  With rings on her fingers,
                        and bells on her toes,
  She shall have music wherever she goes.

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    A FARMER WENT TROTTING
              UPON HIS GREY MARE.

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  A farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare;
          Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
  With his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;
          Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

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  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!

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  The mischievous Raven flew laughing away;
            Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
  And vowed he would serve them the same the next day;
            Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

[Illustration]

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[Illustration: An Elegy on the GLORY of her SEX

Mrs MARY BLAIZE

R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


    AN ELEGY

            ON THE GLORY OF HER SEX

                MRS. MARY BLAIZE.

                    BY

              DR. OLIVER GOLDSMITH.

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  Good people all, with one accord,
  Lament for Madam Blaize,
  Who never wanted a good word----

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  _From those_

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  _who spoke her praise._

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  The needy seldom pass’d her door,
      And always found her kind;
  She freely lent to all the poor----

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  _Who left_

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  _a pledge behind._

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  She strove the neighbourhood to please
      With manners wondrous winning;

  And never follow’d wicked ways----

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  _Unless when she was sinning._

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  At church, in silks and satins new,
      With hoop of monstrous size,
  She never slumber’d in her pew----

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  _But when she shut her eyes._

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  Her love was sought, I do aver,
      By twenty beaux and more;
  The King himself has follow’d her--

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  _When she has walk’d before._

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  But now, her wealth and finery fled,
    Her hangers-on cut short-all:
  The Doctors found, when she was dead--
    _Her last disorder mortal._

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  Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
    For Kent Street well may say,
  That had she lived a twelvemonth more,--
    _She had not died to-day._

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[Illustration: The GREAT PANJANDRUM HIMSELF

R. CALDECOTT’S PICTURE BOOKS.

GEORGE ROUTLEDGE & SONS]


    THE GREAT PANJANDRUM
              HIMSELF.

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  So she went into the garden to cut a cabbage-leaf

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  to make

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  an apple-pie;

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  and at the same time a great she-bear, coming down
        the street, pops its head into the shop.

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  What! no soap?

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  So he died,

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  and she very imprudently married the Barber:

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  and there were present

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  the Picninnies,
                  and the Joblillies,

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  and the Garyulies,

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  and the great Panjandrum himself, with the little round
                      button at top;

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  and they all fell to playing the game of catch-as-catch-can,

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  till the gunpowder ran out at the heels of their boots.

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Transcriber’s Notes


Punctuation, hyphenation, unbalanced or missing quotation marks, and
spelling were not changed.

Simple typographical errors were corrected.

Text within illustrations is shown here as captions.

The book is a collection of four other books. The illustrations include
the covers of those books, and some of those covers include the names
of the stories within them. Those names are not necessarily in the
sequence in which the stories appear.

When it was unclear whether multiple lines of verse were split because
of lack of space or because they were separate verses, the splits have
been retained.