Nursery Rhyme. CLXIX. Songs.

        [Song on the bells of Derby on foot-ball morning, a custom now discontinued:]

    Pancakes and fritters,
    Say All Saints and St. Peters;
    When will the ball come,
    Say the bells of St. Alkmun;
    At two they will throw,
    Says Saint Werabo;
    O! very well,
    Says little Michel.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLIV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. I. Historical - Old King Cole

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXX. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXI. Games.

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    Gay go up and gay go down,
    To ring the bells of London town.

    Bull's eyes and targets,
    Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

    Brickbats and tiles,
    Say the bells of St. Giles'.

    Halfpence and farthings,
    Say the bells of St. Martin's.

    Oranges and lemons,
    Say the bells of St. Clement's.

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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:
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            New masters we seek,
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Nursery Rhyme. DCXVII. Relics.

    Girls and boys, come out to play,
    The moon doth shine as bright as day;
    Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
    And come with your playfellows into the street.
    Come with a whoop, come with a call,
    Come with a good will or not at all.
    Up the ladder and down the wall,
    A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
    You find milk, and I'll find flour,
    And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLV. Games.

    Here we come a piping,
    First in spring, and then in May;
    The queen she sits upon the sand,
    Fair as a lily, white as a wand:
    King John has sent you letters three,
    And begs you'll read them unto me. -
    We can't read one without them all,
    So pray, Miss Bridget, deliver the ball!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXVI. Games.

        [The following lines are sung by children when starting for a race.]

    Good horses, bad horses,
        What is the time of day?
    Three o'clock, four o'clock,
        Now fare you away.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVII. Games.

        [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]

    One-ery, two-ery,
        Ziccary zan;
    Hollow bone, crack a bone,
        Ninery, ten:
    Spittery spot,
        It must be done;
    Twiddleum twaddleum,
        Twenty-one.

    Hink spink, the puddings stink,
        The fat begins to fry,
    Nobody at home, but jumping Joan,
        Father, mother, and I.
    Stick, stock, stone dead,
        Blind man can't see,
    Every knave will have a slave,
        You or I must be he.

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