"There was an Old Woman who Lived in a Shoe" There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread; Then whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. When she came back they were a'lying dead She went to the wright to get them a coffin When she came back they were a'lying laughing She gaed up the stair to ring the bell The bell-rope broke and down she fell.

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I charge my daughters every one
To keep good house while I am gone,
You and you and especially you,
Or else I'll beat you black and blue.

From an early Mother Goose

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Baby, baby, naughty baby, Hush, you squalling thing, I say. Peace this moment, peace, or maybe Bonaparte will pass this way. Baby, baby, he's a giant, Tall and black as Rouen steeple, And he breakfasts, dines, rely on't, Every day on naughty people. Baby, baby, if he hears you As he gallops past the house, Limb from limb at once he'll tear you, Just as pussy tears a mouse. And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you, And he'll beat you into pap, And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you, Every morsel snap, snap, snap. From an early Mother Goose lullaby

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Little General Monk
Sat upon a trunk
Eating a crust of bread;
There fell a hot coal
And burnt into his clothes a hole,
Now little General Monk is dead.
Keep always from the fire,
If it catch your attire
You too, like General Monk, will be dead.

From Rhymes for the Nursery, 1824

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I married a wife on Sunday, She began to scold on Monday, Bad was she on Tuesday, Middling was she on Wednesday, Worse she was on Thursday, Dead was she on Friday, Glad was I on Saturday night, To bury my wife on Sunday. From Tom Tit’s Song Book, 1790

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Old father Long-Legs
Can’t say his prayers:
Take him by the left leg,
And throw him down the stairs.
And when he’s at the bottom,
Before he long has lain,
Take him by the right leg,
And throw him up again.


Originally from Nancy Cock’s Pretty Song Book for all little Misses and Masters, 1780