Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes 35 – Anonymous · Verses Across
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Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes 35Jenny Shall Have a New Bonnet
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Literature · For Children
Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes 35
Jenny Shall Have a New Bonnet
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JENNY shall have a new bonnet,
And Jenny shall go to the fair,
And Jenny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up her bonny brown hair.
And why may not I love Jenny?
And why may not Jenny love me?
And why may not I love Jenny,
As well as another body?
And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here is a leg for a shoe,
And she has a kiss for her daddy,
And two for her mammy, I trow.
And why may not I love Jenny?
And why may not Jenny love me?
And why may not I love Jenny,
As well as another body?
Nievie, nievie, nicknack,
Which hand will ye tak'?
Tak' the right, or tak' the wrang,
I'll beguile ye, if I can.
Oh, mother, I'm to be married to Mr. Punchinello;
To Mr. Pun, to Mr. Chin, to Mr. Nel, to Mr. Lo,
Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo, to Mr. Punchinello.
Rain, rain, go to Spain,
And never come back again.
Up hill spare me,
Down hill 'ware me,
On level ground spare me not,
And in the stable forget me not.
When little Fred went to bed,
He always said his prayers;
He kissed mamma, and then papa,
And straightway went upstairs.
Bless you, bless you, bonny bee:
Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
Jack Sprat's pig,
He was not very little,
Nor yet very big;
He was not very lean,
He was not very fat,
He'll do well for a grunt,
Says little Jack Sprat.
Rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again
April day;
Little Johnny
Wants to play.
A little cock sparrow sat on a tree,
Looking as happy as happy could be,
Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow,
Says he, I will shoot the little cock sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.
Says the little cock sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay,
So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
The rose is red, the violet's blue;
The pink is sweet, and so are you.
"We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin,
"We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John;
"We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone;
"We'll go a-shooting," says every one.
Valentine, oh, Valentine,
Curl your locks as I do mine;
Two before and two behind;
Good morrow to you, Valentine.
Mr. Isbister, and Betsy his sister,
Resolve upon giving a treat;
So letters they write,
Their friends to invite
To their house in Great Camomile Street.
