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The Baby’s Bouquêt
By Walter Crane.
Printed by Edmund Evans
Triplets, 192 pages, 30×32cm, pp. 70−128.
London: George Routledge and Sons, Limited, 1899 (1878).
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Introduction

This publication, as a sequel to The Baby’s Opera, included German and French songs, which might be the cause of lesser popularity in sales. Lucy Crane (1842-1882) collected and arranged songs.
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“Polly put the Kettle on”
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(♪) Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, We’ll all have tea. Sukey, take it off again, Sukey take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, They’ve all gone away.
“Hot Cross Buns”
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(♪) Hot Cross Buns! Hot Cross Buns! One a penny, two a penny, Hot Cross Buns! It you have no daughters, If you have no daughters, If you have no daughters, Pray give them to your sons; But if you have none of these little elves, Then you must eat them all yourselves.
“The Little Woman and the Pedlar”
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(♪) 1. There was a little woman, as I’ve heard say, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol; She went to market, her eggs for to sell, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol. She went to market all on a market day, And she fell asleep upon the king’s highway; Fol de rol de lol lol lol lol lol, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol.
(♪) 2. And there came a pedlar whose name was Stout, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol; He cut her petticoats all round about, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol. He cut her peticoats up to her knees, Which made the little woman to shiver and freeze, Fol de rol de lol lol lol lol lol, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol.
(♪) 3. When the little woman began to awake, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol; She began to shiver, and she began to shake, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol. She began to shake, and she began to cry, Lawk-a-mercy on me ! this is none of I, Fol de rol de lol lol lol lol lol, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol.
(♪) 4. If it be I, as I supposed it be, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol; I’ve a little dog at home, and he knows me ; Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol. If it be I, he will wag his little tail, If it be not I, he will bark and rail, Fol de rol de lol lol lol lol lol, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol.
(♪) 5. And when the little woman went home in the dark, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol; Her little dog he did begin to bark, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol. He began to bark, and she began to cry, Lawk-a-mercy on me ! this is none of I, Fol de rol de lol lol lol lol lol, Fol, lol, diddle, diddle, dol.
“The Little Disaster”
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(♪) 1. Once there lived a little man, Where a little river ran, And he had a little farm and little dairy O! And he had a little plough, And a little dappled cow, Which he often called his pretty little Fairy O!
(♪) 2. And his dog he called Fidelle, For he loved his master well; And he had a little pony for his pleasure O ! In a sty not very big He’d a frisky little pig. Which he often called his little piggy treasure O !
(♪) 3. Once his little maiden, Ann, With her pretty little can, Went a-milking when the morning sun was beaming O! When she fell, I don‘t know how, But she stumbled o‘er the plough, And the cow was quite astonished at her screaming O!
(♪) 4. Little maid cried out in vain, While the milk ran o’er the plain, Little pig ran grunting after it so gaily O! While the little dog behind, For a share was much inclined, So he pulled back squeaking piggy by the taily O!
(♪) 5. Such a clatter now began As alarmed the little man, Who came capering from out his little stable O! Pony trod on doggy’s toes, Doggy snapped at piggy’s nose, Piggy made as great a noise as he was able O!
(♪) 6. Then to make the story short, Little pony with a snort Lifted up his little heels so very clever O! And the man he tumbled down, And he nearly cracked his crown, And this only made the matter worse than ever O!
“The Old Woman of Norwich”
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(♪) There was an old woman and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, Yet this plaguey old woman could never be quiet.
“The Old Woman Tossed up in a Blanket”
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(♪) There was an old woman tossed up in a blanket, Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I could not but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom. “Old woman, old woman, old woman,” quoth I; “O whither, O whither, O whither so high?” “To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I’ll be with you by-and-by!”
“Buy a Broom”
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(♪) From Deutschland I come with my light wares all laden, To dear happy England in summer’s gay bloom; Then listen, fair lady, and young pretty mädchen, Come buy of the wandering Baierin a broom; A large one for the lady, and a small one for the baby, Come buy ye, pretty lady, come buy ye a broom.
Hausegesinde
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(♪) 1. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Kannnichtruhn heisst mein Huhn, Wedelschwanz heisst meine Gans; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
(♪) 2. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Entequent heisst meine Ent’, Sammetmatz heisst meine Katz; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
(♪) 3. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Schwarz und weiss heisst meine Geiss, Schmortopflein heisst meine Schwein; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
(♪) 4. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Ehrenwerth heisst mein Pferd, Gute-Muh heisst meine Kuh; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
(♪) 5. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Wettermann heisst meine Hahn, Kunterbunt heisst mein Hund; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
(♪) 6. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Guck-heraus heisst mein Haus, Schlupf-heraus heisst mein Maus; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
(♪) 7. Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne, Wohlgethan heisst mein Mann, Sausewind heisst mein Kind; Widewidewenne heisst meine Trut-henne.
Gesprochen: Nun kennt ihr mich mit Mann und Kind. Und meinem ganzen Hausgesind.
Schlaf, Kindlein, Schlaf
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(♪) Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf, Draussen steht ein Schaf, Stösst sich an einem Steinelein, That ihm weh das Beinelein, Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf, Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf.
“Little Man & Maid”
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(♪) 1. There was a little man And he woo’d a little maid, And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? I have little more to say Than ‘will you, yea or nay? For least said is soonest mended ded ded ded.”
(♪) 2. The little maid replied, (Some say a little sighed,) “But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat? “Will the love that you’re rich in “Make a fire in the kitchen? “Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?”
“The Jolly Tester”
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(♪) 1. O dear Sixpence, I’ve got Sixpence, I love Sixpence as I love my life; I’ll spend a penny on’t, and I’ll lend another on’t, And I’ll carry four-pence home to my wife.
(♪) 2. O dear Four-pence, I’ve got Four-pence, I love Four-pence as I love my life; I’ll spend a penny on’t, and I’ll lend another on’t, And I’ll carry two-pence home to my wife.
(♪) 3. O dear Two-pence, I’ve got Two-pence, I love Two-pence as I love my life; I’ll spend a penny on’t, and I’ll lend a penny on’t, And I’ll carry nothing home to my wife.
(♪) 4. O dear nothing, I’ve got nothing, What will nothing buy for my wife? I have nothing, I spend nothing, I love nothing better than my wife.
“Lucy Locket”
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(♪) Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; But ne’er a penny was there in’t, Except the binding round it.
“If all the World were Paper”
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(♪) 1. If all the world were paper, And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we do for drink?
(♪) 2. If all the world were sand—O! Oh, then what should we lack—O! If, as they say, there were no clay, How should we take tobacco?
(♪) 3. If all our vessels ran—a, If none but had a crack, If Spanish apes ate all the grapes, How should we do for sack?
“Ye Fairy Ship”
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(♪) A ship, a ship a sailing, A sailing on the sea, And it was deeply laden With pretty things for me, There were raisins in the cabin, And almonds in the hold; The sails were made of satin, And the mast it was of gold
“The Little Cock Sparrow”
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(♪) 1. A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily. He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily.
(♪) 2. A naughty little boy with a bow and arrow, A naughty little boy with a bow and arrow, A naughty little boy with a bow and arrow, Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow; He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily.
(♪) 3. For this little cock-sparrow would make a nice stew, For this little cock-sparrow would make a nice stew, For this little cock-sparrow would make a nice stew, And his giblets would make a nice little pie too. He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily.
(♪) 4. “Oh, no,” says cock-sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” “Oh, no,” says cock-sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” “Oh, no,” says cock-sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” And he fluttered his wings, and away he flew. He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily.
“The Carrion Crow”
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(♪) 1. A carrion crow sat on an oak, Derry, derry, derry, decco; A carrion crow sat on an oak, Watching a tailor shaping his cloak. Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco;
(♪) 2. “O wife, bring me my old bent bow, Derry, derry, derry, decco; O wife, bring me my old bent bow”, “That I may shoot yon carrion crow.” Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco;
(♪) 3. The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, Derry, derry, derry, decco; The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, And shot his old sow right through the heart. Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco;
(♪) 4. “O wife, bring brandy in a spoon, Derry, derry, derry, decco; “O wife, bring brandy in a spoon”, For our old sow is in a swoon. Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco;
“The Scarecrow”
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(♪) 1. O all you little blackey tops, Pray don’t you eat my father’s crops, While I lie down to take a nap. Shua O! Shua O!
(♪) 2. If father he perchance should come, With his cocked hat and his long gun, Then you must fly and I must run. Shua O! Shua O!
“The North Wind & the Robin”
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(♪) The north wind doth blow And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then—poor thing? He’ll sit in a barn To keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing—poor thing!
A. B. C.
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(♪) 1. A, B, C, die Katze lief im Schnee, Und wie sie wieder ‘raus kam, Da hatt’ weisse Stieflein an: O jemine, O jemine, O jemine, O je!
(♪) 2. A, B, C, die Katze lief zur Höh,’ Sie lecket ihr kalt Pfötchen rein Und putzt sich auch das Stiefelein Und ging nicht mehr im schnee.
Et Moi De M’en Courir
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(♪) 1. En passant dans un p’tit bois, Où le coucou, chantait ; Où le coucou, chantait ; Dans son joli chant il disait : Coucou, coucou, coucou, coucou, Et moi qui croyais qu’il disait ; Cass’lui le cou, cass’-lui le cou! Et moi de m’en cour’, cour’, cour’, Et moi de m’en courir !
(♪) 2. En passant auprès d’un étang, Où les canards chantaient ; Où les canards chantaient ; Dans leur joli chant ils disaient ; “Cancan, cancan, cancan, cancan,” Et moi qui croyais qu’ils disaient. “Jett’-le dedans, jett’-le dedans,” Et moi de m’en cour’, cour’, cour’, Et moi de m’en courir !
(♪) 3. En passant devant une maison, Où la bonn’, femm’ chantait ; Où la bonn’, femm’ chantait ; Dans son joli chant ell’ disait “Dodo, dodo, dodo, dodo,” Et moi qui croyais qu’elle disait ; “Cass’lui les os, cass’-lui les os ! Et moi de m’en cour’, cour’, cour’, Et moi de m’en courir !
“The Old Man in Leather”
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(♪) One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather, There I met an old man clothed all in leather, clothed all in leather, With cap under his chin, How do you do, how do you do, how do you do, again, again.
“Aiken Drum”
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(♪) 1. 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 Aikin Drum, And he played upon a ladle, a ladle, a ladle, And he played upon a ladle, And his name was Aikin Drum.
(♪) 2. And his hat was made of good cream cheese, his hat was made of good cream cheese, And his hat was made of good cream cheese, And his name was Aikin Drum,
(♪) 3. And his coat was made of good roast beef, his coat was made of good roast beef, His coat was made of good roast beef, And his name was Aikin Drum,
(♪) 4. And his buttons was made of penny loaves, his buttons was made of penny loaves, His buttons was made of penny loaves, And his name was Aikin Drum,
(♪) 5. His waistcoat was made of crust of pies, his waistcoat was made of crust of pies, His waistcoat was made of crust of pies, And his name was Aikin Drum,
(♪) 6. His breeches were made of haggis bags, his breeches were made of haggis bags, His breeches were made of haggis bags, And his name was Aikin Drum,
(♪) 7. There was a man in another town, there was a man in another town, There was a man in another town, And his name was Willy Wood; And he played upon a razor, and he played upon a razor, And he played upon a razor, And his name was Willy Wood.
(♪) 8. And he ate up all the good cream cheese, and he ate up all the good cream cheese, And he ate up all the good cream cheese, And his name was Willy Wood;
(♪) 9. And he ate up all the good roast beef, and he ate up all the good roast beef, And he ate up all the good roast beef, And his name was Willy Wood;
(♪) 10. And he ate up all the penny loaves, and he ate up all the penny loaves, And he ate up all the penny loaves, And his name was Willy Wood;
(♪) 11. And he ate up all the good pie crust, and he ate up all the good pie crust, And he ate up all the good pie crust, And his name was Willy Wood;
(♪) 12. But he choked upon the haggis bags, he choked upon the haggis bags, But he choked upon the haggis bags, And there was an end of Willy Wood.
“Billy Pringle”
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(♪) Billy Pringle had a little pig, When it was young it was not very big, When it was old it lived in clover, Now it’s dead and that’s all over. Billy Pringle he lay down and died, Betty Pringle she lay down and cried, So there was an end of one, two, and three, Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, and the piggy wiggy wee.
Sur Le Pont d’Avignon
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(♪) 1. Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse ; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, en rond. Les beaux messieurs font comm’ça : Et puis encor’ comm’ça : Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse ; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, en rond.
(♪) 2. Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse ; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, en rond. Les belles dames font comm’ça : Et puis encour comm’ça : Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse ; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, en rond.
(♪) 3. Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse ; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, en rond. Et les capucins font comm’ça : Et puis encour comm’ça : Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, danse ; Sur le pont d’Avignon, Tout le monde y danse, en rond.
“London Bridge”
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(♪) 1. London Bridge is broken down, Dance over my Ladye Lea; London Bridge is broken down: With a gay ladye.
(♪) 2. How shall we build it up again? Dance over my Ladye Lea; How shall we build it up again? With a gay ladye.
(♪) 3. Silver and gold will be stole away, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Silver and gold will be stole away, With a gay ladye.
(♪) 4. Iron and steel will bend and bow, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Iron and steel will bend and bow, With a gay ladye.
(♪) 5. Wood and clay will wash away, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Wood and clay will wash away, With a gay ladye.
(♪) 6. Build it up with stone so strong, Dance over my Ladye Lea; Huzza! ‘twill last for ages long. With a gay ladye.
“Charley Over the Water”
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(♪) 1. Over the water and over the lea, And over the water to Charley; And Charley loves good ale and wine, And Charley loves good brandy, And Charley loves a pretty girl As sweet as sugar candy.
(♪) 2. Over the water and over the sea, And over the water to Charley; I’ll have none of your nasty beef, Nor I’ll have none of your barley, But I’ll have some of your very best flour To make a white cake for my Charley.
“The Four Presents”
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(♪) 1. I had four brothers over the sea, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine; And they each sent a present unto me. Petrum, Partrum, Paradisi, Tempore, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine.
(♪) 2. The first sent a goose without a bone, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine; The second sent a cherry without a stone, Petrum, Partrum, Paradisi, Tempore, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine.
(♪) 3. The third sent a blanket without a thread, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine; The fourth sent a book that no man could read, Petrum, Partrum, Paradisi, Tempore, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine.
(♪) 4. When the cherry’s in the blossom, there is no stone, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine; When the goose is in the egg-shell, there is no bone. Petrum, Partrum, Paradisi, Tempore, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine.
(♪) 5. When the wool’s on the sheep’s back, there’s no thread, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine; When the book’s in the press, no man it can read Petrum, Partrum, Paradisi, Tempore, Perrie, Merrie, Dixi, Domine.
“The Three Little Kittens”
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(♪) 1. There were three little kittens Put on their mittens To eat some Christmas pie. Mew, mew, Mew, mew, Mew, mew, mew.
(♪) 2. These three little kittens They lost their mittens, And all began to cry. Mew, mew, Mew, mew, Mew, mew, mew.
(♪) 3. “Go, go, naughty kittens, “And find your mittens, “Or you shan’t have any pie.” Mew, mew, Mew, mew, Mew, mew, mew.
(♪) 4. These three little kittens They found their mittens, And joyfully they did cry. Mew, mew, Mew, mew, Mew, mew, mew.
(♪) 5. “O Granny, dear! “Our mittens are here, “Make haste and cut up the pie!” Purr-rr, Purr-rr, Purr-rr, Purr-rr, Purr-rr-rr.
“Pussy Cat”
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(♪) 1. Pussy cat high, pussy cat low, Pussy cat was a fine teazer of tow.
(♪) 2. Pussy cat she came into the barn, With her bagpipes under her arm.
(♪) 3. And then she told a tale to me, How Mousey had married a humble bee.
(♪) 4. Then was I ever so glad, That Mousey had married so clever a lad.
Zwei Hasen
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(♪) 1. Zwischen Berg und tiefen, tiefen Thal, Sassen einst zwei Hasen, Frassen ab das grüne, grüne Gras, Frassen ab das grüne, grüne Gras Bis auf den Rasen, Bisauf den Rasen.
(♪) 2. Als sie satt gefressen, ‘fressen war’n Setzten sie sich nieder, Bis nun dann der Jäger, Jäger kam, Und schoss sie nieder, und schoss sie nieder,
(♪) 3. Als sie sich nun angesammelt hatt’n Und sich besannen, Dass sie noch Leben, Leben hatt’n, Liefen sie von dannen.
Ringel Tanz
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(♪) Es regnet auf der Brücke, und ich werd’ nass. Ich hab’ noch was vergessen, und weiss nicht was? Schöne Jugfer hübsch und fein Komm mit mir zum Tanz herein, Lass uns einmal tanzen und lustig sein.
La Bergère
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(♪) 1. Il était un’ bergère, Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon ; Il était un’ bergère, Qui gardait ses moutons, Ron, ron, Qui gardait ses moutons.
(♪) 2. Elle fit un fromage, Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon ; Elle fit un fromage, Du lait de ses moutons, Ron, ron, Du lait de ses moutons.
(♪) 3. Le chat qui la regarde, Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon ; Le chat qui la regarde, D’un petit air fripon, Ron, ron, D’un petit air fripon.
(♪) 4. Si tu y mets la patte, Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon ; Si tu y mets la patte, Tu auras du bâton, Ron, ron, Tu auras du bâton.
(♪) 5. Il n’y mit pas la patte, Et ron, ron, ron, petit patapon ; Il n’y mit pas la patte, Il y mit le menton, Ron, ron, Il y mit le menton.
Le Petit Chasseur
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(♪) 1. Il était un petit homm’, A cheval sur un baton ; Il s’en allait à la chass’, A la chass’ aux hannetons, Et ti ton tain’s, et ti ton tain’, Et ti ton tain’ et ti ton ton.
(♪) 2. Il s’en allait à la chasse’, A la chass aux hannetons ; Quand il fut sur la montagn’, Il partit un coup d’canon, Et ti ton tain’s, et ti ton tain’, Et ti ton tain’ et ti ton ton.
(♪) 3. Quand il fut sur la montagn’, Il partit un coup d’ canon ; Il en eut si peur tout d’mêm’, Qu’il tomba sur ses talons, Et ti ton tain’s, et ti ton tain’, Et ti ton tain’ et ti ton ton.
(♪) 4. Il en eut si peur tout d’mêm’, Qu’ il tomba sur ses talons ; Tout’s les dames du villag’, Lui portèrent des bonbons, Et ti ton tain’s, et ti ton tain’, Et ti ton tain’ et ti ton ton.
(♪) 5. Tout’s les dames du villag’, Lui portèrent des bonbons ; Je vous remerci’, mesdam’s, De vous et de vos bonbons, Et ti ton tain’s, et ti ton tain’, Et ti ton tain’ et ti ton ton.
Gefunden
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(♪) 1. Ich ging im Walde, So für mich hin, Und nichts zu suchen Das war mein Sinn.
(♪) 2. Im Schatten sah ich Ein Blümlein stehn, Wie Sterne leuchtend, Wie Aeuglein schön.
(♪) 3. Ich wollt’, es brechen Da sagt es fein: “Soll ich zum Welken “Gebrochen sein?”
(♪) 4. Ich grub’s mit allen Den Würzlein aus, Zum Garten trug ich’s Am hübschen Haus.
(♪) 5. Und pflanzt es wieder Am stillen Ort; Nun zweigt es immer Und blüht so fort.—(Goethe.)
“Looby Light”
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(♪) Now we dance looby, looby, looby, Now we dance looby, looby light; Now we dance looby, looby, looby, Now we dance looby as yesternight; Shake your right hand a little, Shake your left hand a little, Shake your head a little, And turn you round about. Now we dance looby, looby, looby, Now we dance looby, looby light.
“Margery Daw”
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(♪) See saw, Margery Daw Sold her bed to lie upon straw; Wasn’t she a nasty slut To sell her bed and lie upon dirt?
“The Fly & the Humble Bee”
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(♪) 1. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Says the fly, says he, “Will you marry me, And live with me, Sweet humble bee?” Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee.
(♪) 2. Says the bee, says she, “I’ll live under your wing, And you’ll never know That I carry a sting.” Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee.
(♪) 3. So when the parson Had joined the pair, They both went out To take the air. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee.
(♪) 4. And the flies did buzz, And the bells did ring— Did ever you hear So merry a thing? Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
(♪) 5. And then to think That of all the flies The humble bee Should carry the prize. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee.