Two rush!
Pray thee, fine lady, come under my rush.

The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub,
The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub;
But when they are clean, and fit to be seen,
She'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.

[Illustration]

Georgey Porgey, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the girls come out to play,
Georgey Porgey runs away.

Intery, mintery, cutery, corn,
Apple seed, and apple thorn;
Wine, brier, limber lock,
Three geese in a flock,
One flew east, one flew west,
And one flew over the goose's nest.

Tit, tat, toe,
My first go,
Three jolly butcher boys
All in a row;
Stick one up,
Stick one down,
Stick one on the old man's crown.

[Illustration]

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Up-stairs and down-stairs,
In his night gown;
Rapping at the window,
Crying at the lock,
"Are the children in their beds,
For now it's ten o'clock?"

[Illustration:

_Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her_]

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater;
Had a wife, and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her very well.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater;
Had another and didn't love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.

[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.

[Say quick]

In fir tar is.
In oak none is.
In mud eel is.
In clay none is.
Goat eat ivy.
Mare eat oats.

Buz, quoth the blue fly,
Hum, quoth the bee,
Buz and hum they cry,
And so do we:
In his ear, in his nose,
Thus, do you see?
He ate the dormouse,
Else it was me.

Wasn't it funny? hear it all people!
Little Tom Thum has swallowed a steeple!
How did he do it?
I'll tell you, my son:
'Twas made of white sugar--and easily done!

Hector Protector was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
The Queen did not like him,
No more did the King:
So Hector Protector was sent back again.

Donkey, donkey, old and gray,
Ope your mouth, and gently bray;
Lift your ears and blow your horn,
To wake the world this sleepy morn.

[Illustration]

When little Fred went to bed,
He alw