Good King Arthur



Good King Arthur.


When good king Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums:
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.










The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.

Leonard Brooke

Leonard Leslie Brooke was a British artist and writer, born on September 24, 1862. He is best known for his illustrations for children's books, including classic nursery rhymes and fairy tales such as 'Johnny Crow's Garden' and 'The Golden Goose Book.' His work brought a distinctive elegance and charm to the illustration of children's literature. In addition to his writing, his illustrations have been featured in works by other authors as well. He passed away on May 2, 1940.

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1.
When good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king--
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag pudding.

2.
A bag pudding the Queen did make,
And stuffed it well with plums,
And in it put great lumps of fat
As big as my two thumbs.

3.
The King and Queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside,
And what they could not eat that night
The Queen next morning fried.

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Nursery Rhyme. II. Historical

    When good king Arthur ruled this land,
        He was a goodly king;
    He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
        To make a bag-pudding.

    A bag-pudding the king did make,
        And stuff'd it well with plums:
    And in it put great lumps of fat,
        As big as my two thumbs.

    The king and queen did eat thereof,
        And noblemen beside;
    And what they could not eat that night,
        The queen next morning fried.

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Rex Arthurus.

When King Arthur ruled the land,
He ruled it like a king:
He bought four pecks of barley-meal
To make a brave pudding.

A pudding brave the king did make
And stuffed it well with plums;
Great lumps of suet he put into it,
As big as both his thumbs.

The king and queen partook thereof,
And all the court beside;
And what they did not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.

Angliæ rex imperio potitus,
Hordei nactus modium farinæ,
Ordinat cnâ properè institutâ
            Sternere mensam.

Mira farrago exoritur culinâ,
Turgidis uvis maculata passis
Intus et frustis adipis referta
            Pollicis instar.

Rex et affines epulantur omnes
Principes magni dominæque lectæ:
Alma regina exoriente luce

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King Cole

King Cole he reigned in Aureoland,
But the sceptre was seldom in his hand

Far oftener was there his golden cup--
He ate too much, but he drank all up!

To be called a king and to be a king,
That is one thing and another thing!

So his majesty's head began to shake,
And his hands and his feet to swell and ache,

The doctors were called, but they dared not say
Your majesty drinks too much Tokay;

So out of the king's heart died all mirth,
And he thought there was nothing good on earth.

Then up rose the fool, whose every word
Was three parts wise and one part absurd.

Nuncle, he said, never mind the gout;
I will make you laugh till you laugh it out.

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Prime Ministers and such as they
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And Dukes were three a penny.
Lord Chancellors were cheap as sprats.
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                The Man in the Moon
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                    And he burnt his mouth
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