"Dear me, how nice this rain is," said the Oak,
"I hope at last we're in for a good soak;
My leaves were getting dusty, and my roots
Felt like a tired man's toes inside his boots!"
Old King Cole
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
A merry old soul was he!
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three
And every fiddler,
He had a fine fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he!
Twee tweedle dee tweedle dee went the fiddles
There's none so rare as can compare
With Old King Cole and his fiddlers three.
Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard, Went to her cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
When she came there, The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker's, To buy him some bread,
When she came back, The poor dog was dead!
She went to the undertaker's, To buy him a coffin;
When she came back, The poor dog was laughing.
She took a clean dish, To get him some tripe;
When she came back, He was smoking a pipe.
She went to the tavern, For white wine and red;
When she came back, The dog stood on his head.
She went to the hatters, To buy him a hat;
When she came back, He was feeding the cat.
She went to the barber's, To buy him a wig;
When she came back, He was dancing a jig.
She went to the fruiterer's, To buy him some fruit;
When she came back, He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's, To buy him a coat;
When she came back, He was riding a goat.
She went to the cobbler's, To buy him some shoes;
When she came back, He was reading the news.
She went to the seamstress, To buy him some linen;
When she came back, The poor dog was spinning.
She went to the hosier's, To buy him some hose;
When she came back, He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a curtsy, The dog made a bow;
The dame said, "Your servant," The dog said, "Bow-wow!"
A Picture hung beside my bed,
Wherein the boat was painted red,
And in the blue sea and rusty frame
From day to day were just the same,
Till one night Ole Luk-Oie spread
His big umbrella o'er my head.
And then like magic swift and strange
Within the picture came a change--
It seemed as if the sea took breath,
The clouds awoke, as though from death,
The fisherman bent to his oar,
And the small boat drew near the shore.
The waves foamed white upon the sands,
Some children ran and clapped their hands,
And little ships from far away
Came sailing towards the painted bay;
All this and such-like wondrous things
Ole Luk-Oie's umbrella brings!
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat
The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound-note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are.'
Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl,
How charmingly sweet you sing.
O let us be married, too long have we tarried,
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows,
And there in the wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring in the end of his nose,
With a ring in the end of his nose.
'Dear Pig, are you willing, to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day,
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
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