Nursery Rhyme. CLIV. Songs.

        [Part of this is in a song called 'Jockey's Lamentation,' in the 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' 1719, vol. v, p. 317.]

    Tom he was a piper's son,
    He learn'd to play when he was young,
    But all the tunes that he could play,
    Was, "Over the hills and far away;"
    Over the hills, and a great way off,
    And the wind will blow my top-knot off.

    Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
    That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,
    And they stopp'd to hear him play,
    "Over the hills and far away."

    Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
    That those who heard him could never keep still;
    Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
    Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.

    As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
    Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
    So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round,"
    Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.

    He met old dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
    He used his pipe, and she used her legs;
    She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
    She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

    He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
    Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
    He took out his pipe and played them a tune,
    And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.

Unknown

The identity of this poet is not known. Their works, which are often of significant historical or cultural value, have been attributed to 'Unknown'. This designation is commonly used when the creator of works, ranging from ancient texts to more modern writings, remains anonymous or uncredited. Despite the lack of personal details, the impact and importance of these works endure, offering insight into the eras and cultures from which they originated.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. CXCVIII. Riddles.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. DCXIX. Relics.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXIV. Gaffers And Gammers.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

Nursery Rhyme. DXCVIII. Local.

Unknown , Simple Poetry

English

Suggested Poems

Explore a curated selection of verses that share themes, styles, and emotional resonance with the poem you've just read.

Nursery Rhyme. CLXIII. Songs.

    As I was going up the hill,
        I met with Jack the piper,
    And all the tunes that he could play
        Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter."

    I tied them once, I tied them twice,
        I tied them three times over;
    And all the songs that he could sing
        Was "Carry me safe to Dover."

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. CLXXIV. Songs.

    There was a man in our toone, in our toone, in our toone,
    There was a man in our toone, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, an old razor, an old razor,
    And he played upon an old razor, with my fiddle fiddle fe fum fo.

    And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, the good roast beef, the good roast beef,
    And his hat it was made of the good roast beef, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, & c.

    And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe, the good fat tripe,
    And his coat it was made of the good fat tripe, and his name was Billy Pod;
    And he played upon an old razor, & c.

    And his breeks were made of the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps, the bawbie baps,

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIX. Natural History.

    There was a piper, he'd a cow,
        And he'd no hay to give her
    He took his pipes and played a tune,
        Consider, old cow, consider!

    The cow considered very well,
        For she gave the piper a penny,
    That he might play the tune again,
        Of corn rigs are bonnie!

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. LX. Tales.

    Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
    Stole a pig, and away he run!
    The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
    And Tom went roaring down the street.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. CXLVI. Songs.

        [From 'Histrio-mastix, or, the Player Whipt,' 4to, Lond. 1610. Mr. Rimbault tells me this is common in Yorkshire.]

            Some up, and some down,
            There's players in the town,
    You wot well who they be;
            The sun doth arise,
            To three companies,
    One, two, three, four, make wee!

            Besides we that travel,
            With pumps full of gravel,
    Made all of such running leather:
            That once in a week,
            New masters we seek,
    And never can hold together.

Unknown

Nursery Rhyme. CXLV. Songs.

    Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,
    My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
    She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly,
    For fear the young men should do me some harm.
        Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
        What naughty tricks they put upon me:

        They broke my pitcher,
            And spilt the water,
        And huff'd my mother,
            And chid her daughter,
    And kiss'd my sister instead of me.

Unknown