III

BABY'S JOURNEYS

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.

This is the way the ladies ride;
Tri, tre, tre, tree,

Tri, tre, tre, tree!

This is the way the ladies ride,

Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!

This is the way the gentlemen ride;

Gallop-a-trot,

Gallop-a-trot!

This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!

This is the way the farmers ride;

Hobbledy-hoy,

Hobbledy-hoy!

This is the way the farmers ride,
Hobbledy, hobbledy-hoy!

Ride, baby, ride,

Pretty baby shall ride,

And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side,
And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride

To see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother,

To see her grandmother in London town.

See-saw sacradown,

Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to London town.

To market, to market,
To buy a plum bun;
Home again, home again,
Market is done.

Dance, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind, baby, mother is by;
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go;

Up to the ceiling, down to the ground, Backwards and forwards, round and round; Dance, little baby, and mother will sing, With the merry chorus, ding, ding, ding!

A farmer went trotting
Upon his gray mare;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

With his daughter behind him,
So rosy and fair;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried "Croak ";

And they all tumbled down;
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees,
And the farmer his crown;
Lumpety, lumpety, lump.

The mischievous raven
Flew laughing away;

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

And vowed he would serve them
The same the next day;

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,

And hey, my kitten, my deary! Such a sweet pet as this

Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy.

Hey diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet,
The merchants of London they wear scarlet;
Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,
So merrily march the merchantmen.

Rhymes About a Little Woman

This is the way the ladies ride-
Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!

This is the way the gentlemen ride-
Sitting astride, sitting astride!

This is the way the grandmothers ride-
Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!

This is the way the babykins ride-
Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!