The Early Naval Ballads of England, Том 2,Випуск 2James Orchard Halliwell-Phillipps Percy society, 1841 - 144 стор. |
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Admiral ballad Benbow carrion crow Catskin chain-shot dance dead doth drake drink Dub a-dub fair father fear fell fight fire fleet France French gallant gave hath heart Here's house that Jack Hugh Palliser I'le Iohn Jack built Jack Horner JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL John John Crowder JOHN PAYNE COLLIER kill King kiss Kitty knave lady land legs liv'd London Lord Lucy Locket maid Maister Hob married merry Neptune never night nose nursery o'er old woman Percy Society poor pounds pray pretty Betty queen quoth Maister Hobson Richard to Robin ride ring Robin to Bobbin sail sailor sayd says Jack says Richard says Robin seaman ship shot Simple Simon sing SIR FRANCIS DRAKE song stick sung thee Three blind mice took town tune unto wife WILLIAM CHAPPELL wind
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Сторінка 74 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Сторінка 50 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Сторінка 122 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Сторінка 29 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Сторінка 153 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Сторінка 153 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Сторінка 85 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Сторінка vii - Pussy cat, pussy cat. Where have you been? I've been to London To look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat. What did you there? I frightened a little mouse Under her chair.
Сторінка 36 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Сторінка 107 - Had been better far than dying Of a griev'd and broken heart. Unrepining at thy glory, Thy successful arms we hail ; But remember our sad story, And let Hosier's wrongs prevail. Sent in this foul clime to languish, Think what thousands fell in vain, Wasted with disease and anguish, Not in glorious battle slain. Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below, Thro...