To market she went, to buy him some tripe, When she came back he was smoking his pipe. Why, sure, cried the dame, you'd beat the great Jocko. Who before ever saw a dog smoking tobacco?
She went to the alehouse to buy him some beer, When she came back he sat on a chair. Drink hearty, said Dame, there's nothing to pay, 'Twill banish your sorrow and moisten your clay.
She went to the fruiterer's to buy him some fruit, When she came back he was playing the flute. Oh, you musical dog, you surely can speak: Come, sing me a song, then he set up a squeak.
She went to the tavern for white wine and red, When she came back he stood on his head. This is odd, said the dame, for fun you seem bred, One would almost believe you'd wine in your head.
The dog he cut capers, and turned out his toes, 'Twill soon cure the vapours, he such attitude shows. The dame made a curtsey, the dog made a bow, The dame said, Your servant, the dog said Bow wow.
A present for little Masters and Misses. A Good Book to Instruct and Amuse.
Pussy-Cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been up to London to look at the queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.
London: Published by RYLE and PAUL, 2 & 3, Monmouth Court, Seven Dials.
See-saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, and the other down, And that is the way to London town.
Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see the sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Ding, dong, bell! Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? Little Johnny Snout, What a naughty boy was that, To drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, And kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
Jack and Jill went up the hill, To get a pail of water: Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.
Cock a doodle do, The dame has lost her shoe, And master's lost his fiddle stick And don't know what to do.
Simple Simon met a pieman, Going to the fair! Says Simple Simon to the pieman, Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman unto Simon First give me a penny; Says Simple Simon to the pieman, I have not got any.
Once Simon made a great snow ball And brought it in to roast, He laid it down before the fire, And soon the ball was lost.