Nursery Rhymes and Poems

As the days lengthen,
So the storms strengthen.

Cockbendy’s lying sick,
Guess ye what’ll mend him;
Twenty kisses in a cloth,
Lassie will you send them?

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!
How cheefully he seems to grin!
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

The cock doth crow
To let you know,
If you be wise,
“Tis time to rise.

“Cock, cock, cock, cock,
I’ve laid an egg,
Am I to gang ba–are-foot?”
“Hen, hen, hen, hen,
I’ve been up and down
To every shop, in town,
And cannot find a shoe
To fit your foot,
If I’d crow my hea–art out.”

Up at Piccadilly, oh!
The coachman takes his stand,
And when he meets a pretty girl
He takes her by the hand.
Whip away forever, oh!
Drive away so clever, oh!
All the way to Bristol, oh!
He drives her four-in-hand.

I have a lovely clockwork doll,
That winds up with a key
And when she’s wound, she walks along
As stately as can be.
The other toys all envy her
And watch her as she goes
They wish that they had winding keys
And dainty clockwork toes.
One fault she has – she walks too fast
And though I shout – Take care
She spills [...]

There’s a neat little clock,
In the school room it stands,
And points to the time,
With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready,
To do what is right.

I had a little castle upon the seaside,
One half was water, the other was land;
I opened my little castle door,
and guess what I found:
I found a fair lady with a cup in her hand.
The cup was gold, and filled with wine;
Drink, fair lady,
and thou shalt be mine!

Mr Brush on his steed, dashing with speed,
Was asked if he had time to spare;
Said he, with a smile,
“I’ll be back in a while,
But at present I’m hunting the hair.”