The Nursery Rhyme Book
The Nursery Rhyme Book
Illustrated by Anne Anderson
and Lisa Jackson
Compiled by Helen Cumberbatch
MICHAEL O’MARA BOOKS LIMITED
Copyright Information
First published in Great Britain in 2008 by
Michael O’Mara Books Limited
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Tremadoc Road
London SW4 7NQ
This electronic edition published 2010
ISBN 978-1-84317-591-9 in ePub format
ISBN 978-1-84317-592-6 in Mobipocket format
ISBN 978-1-84317-307-6 in print format
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A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library.
Illustrations by Anne Anderson and Lisa Jackson
Cover design by Zoe Quayle
Cover image by Paul Moran
Edited by Philippa Wingate
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Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright Information
Contents
The Illustrators
Introduction
Oranges And Lemons
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Bobby Shafto
Lucy Locket
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Humpty Dumpty
Little Bo-Peep
Pop Goes The Weasel
The Grand Old Duke Of York
Ladybird, Ladybird
Rock-A-Bye, Baby
Aiken Drum
Hey Diddle, Diddle
Old Mother Hubbard
Jack Sprat
London Bridge Is Falling Down
For Want Of A Nail
Cock A Doodle Doo!
Jack And Jill
The Big Ship Sails On The Ally-Ally-Oh
A Wise Old Owl
Old King Cole
The Queen Of Hearts
As I Was Going To St. Ives
Pease Pudding Hot
Sing A Song Of Sixpence
What Are Little Boys Made Of?
Incy Wincy Spider
Who Killed Cock Robin?
Little Polly Flinders
Hickory, Dickory, Dock
See-saw, Margery Daw
Star Light, Star Bright
The Owl And The Pussy-Cat
Here We Go Round The Mulberry Bush
I Had A Little Nut Tree
Christmas Is Coming
Sleep, Baby, Sleep
Baa, Baa, Black Sheep
Mary Had A Little Lamb
Georgie Porgie
Come, Follow
Jack Be Nimble
The North Wind Doth Blow
Ride A Cock-Horse
To Market, To Market
There Was An Old Woman
The Lion And The Unicorn
Carrion Crow
Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling
Three Children Sliding
Two Little Dicky Birds
When The Snow Is On The Ground
Ding, Dong, Bell
Jenny Wren
There Was An Old Lady
Little Tommy Tucker
My Pretty Maid?
Goosey, Goosey Gander
Hot Cross Buns
If All The Seas Were One Sea
Horsey Horsey
Little Robin Redbreast
Ring-A-Ring O ’ Roses
Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat
There Was A Little Girl
This Is The House That Jack Built
Old Father Long-Legs
Once I Saw A Little Bird
Little Boy Blue
Curly Locks
I Had A Little Pony
One, Two, Buckle My Shoe
One, Two, Three, Four, Five
Cry Baby Bunting
Solomon Grundy
Whistle, Daughter, Whistle
Dame Trot
Boys And Girls Come Out To Play
Three Little Kittens
Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Three Blind Mice
The Cock Crows
Rub-A-Dub-Dub
Hark, Hark, The Dogs Do Bark
Little Miss Muffet
Simple Simon
Where Are You Going To, Sleepyhead?
Higgledy, Piggledy, My Black Hen
Wee Willie Winkie
Pat-A-Cake, Pat-A-Cake
This Little Piggy
Polly Put The Kettle On
There Was A Crooked Man
Little Jack Horner
Monday’s Child
Doctor Foster
The Illustrators
Anne Anderson (1874 – 1930) spent much of her childhood in Argentina. In 1912, she married the painter Alan Wright and they worked on several children’s books together.
Anne became a hugely popular illustrator. She was equally confident working in watercolour and black-and-white line artwork. Her pictures in this book are taken from Old English Nursery Songs.
Lisa Jackson was born in Dublin and grew up in County Wicklow, Ireland. She studied classical animation for four years at Senior College Ballyfermot, then went on to work in graphic design and comic books.
Lisa now concentrates on children’s book illustration, creating her work with a mix of traditional and digital media. She currently resides in Dublin.
Introduction
The long-established tradition of reading or singing nursery rhymes to young children is a delightful pastime. It has also been proven to help improve the development of children’s language and reading ability, their memory, vocabulary and communication skills.
Featuring many much-loved rhymes – from Humpty Dumpty to Little Bo-Peep, Jack And Jill to Wee Willie Winkie – this book will take you on a nostalgic trip to the days of your youth. It will bring back fond recollections of the memorable and often quirky verses learned from your parents and grandparents, which you can now share with your own children.
Oranges And Lemons
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.
You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells at Stepney.
I do not know,
Says the great bell at Bow.
Here comes a candle
To light you to bed,
Here comes a chopper
To chop off your head.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
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.
Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
Bobby Shaf
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Bobby Shafto’s gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He’ll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto’s fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He’s my love for evermore,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Lucy Locket
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
Only ribbon round it.
Rain, Rain, Go Away
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again another day.
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
Never show your face again!
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king’s horses,
And all the king’s men,
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
Little Bo-Peep
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And doesn’t know where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,
Bringing their tails behind them.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they’d left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling,
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To tack again each to its lambkin.
Pop Goes The Weasel
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,
Half a pound of treacle.
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop goes the weasel!
Up and down the City Road,
In and out the Eagle,
That’s the way the money goes,
Pop goes the weasel!
The Grand Old Duke Of York
Oh, the grand old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down,
And when they were only half-way up
They were neither up nor down.
Ladybird, Ladybird
Ladybird, ladybird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire
And your children all gone.
All except one
And that’s little Ann
And she has crept under
The frying pan.
Rock-A-Bye, Baby
Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree top ,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle, and all.
Aiken Drum
There was a man lived in the moon,
lived in the moon, lived in the moon.
There was a man lived in the moon,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
Chorus:
And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle,
And he played upon a ladle,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
of good cream cheese, of good cream cheese,
And his hat was made of good cream cheese,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
Chorus
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
of good roast beef, of good roast beef,
And his coat was made of good roast beef,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
Chorus
And his buttons were made of penny loaves,
of penny loaves, of penny loaves,
And his buttons were made of penny loaves,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
Chorus
And his breeches were made of haggis bags,
of haggis bags, of haggis bags,
And his breeches were made of haggis bags,
And his name was Aiken Drum.
Hey Diddle, Diddle
Hey diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such fun,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Old Mother Hubbard
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To get her poor doggie a bone;
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare
So the poor little doggie had none.
Jack Sprat
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
And so betwixt the two of them
They licked the platter clean.
Jack ate all the lean,
Joan ate all the fat.
The bone they picked it clean,
Then gave it to the cat.
Jack Sprat was wheeling,
His wife by the ditch.
The barrow turned over,
And in she did pitch.
Says Jack, ‘She’ll be drowned!’
But Joan did reply,
‘I don’t think I shall,
For the ditch is quite dry.’
London Bridge Is Falling Down
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
My fair lady.
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
Will not stay, will not stay,
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
My fair lady.
Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady.
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair lady.
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Stolen away, stolen away,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
My fair lady.
Set a man to watch all night,
Watch all night, watch all night,
Set a man to watch all night,
My fair lady.
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Fall asleep, fall asleep,
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
My fair lady.
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
Smoke all night, smoke all night,
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
My fair lady.
For Want Of A Nail
For want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For want of a shoe the horse was lost,
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For want of a rider the battle was lost,
For want of a battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
Cock A Doodle Doo!
Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master’s lost his fiddling stick,
And knows not what to do.
Cock a doodle doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling stick
She’ll dance without her shoe.
Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has found her shoe,
And master’s found his fiddling stick
Sing doodle doodle doo.
Cock a doodle doo!
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling stick,
For dame and doodle doo.
Jack And Jill
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.
Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;
He went to bed and bound his head
With vinegar and brown paper.
The Big Ship Sails On The Ally-Ally-Oh
The big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh, the ally-ally-oh.
Oh, the big ship sails on the ally-ally-oh, on the last day of September.
The captain said it will never, never do, never, never do, never, never do.
The captain said it will never, never do, on the last day of September.
The big ship sank to the bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea, the bottom of the sea.
The big ship sank to the bottom of the sea, on the last day of September.
We all dip our heads in the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea, the deep blue sea.
We all dip our heads in the deep blue sea, on the last day of September.
A Wise Old Owl
A wise old owl lived in an oak;
The more he saw the less he spoke;