IdaHJu, Herat?,,, Decoraitjcm Copyright, J9JO, by IDA H. JU1LLERAT Oakland, Cal. ci A MOTHER GOOSE FOR LOVERS USE Dedicated to All Lovers, of the Past, Present and Future, and to Dan Cupid and the Little Birds no less. a WAY I Birds! Away! You are little, but not a little Thru you do lovers gain, For oft it s true, success is due To Cupid first, But next, to you ! "V- HITTLE Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Reading, I ve heard, one day, When Somebody spied her, And sat down beside her; A bride is Miss Muffet this dayl RING! a ring! and roses! "Who the man she chose is, No need to ask her "We ve all known long. A ring! a ring! and roses! Now the man she chose is Glad! Glad! The wall s fallen down ! S she came thru the garden gap, "Whom should she meet but Dick Red Cap ! Flowers in his hand, and a catch in his throat But the thing he said not she found in a note 1 HITTLE BoPeep has lost her sleep, And 1 know where to find it In a letter, quite long, That somehow went wrong But I ll not tell who signed it! was a young woman who lived in a stew; She d so many lovers she didn t know what to do, Till Cupid, one day, bis choice of them read, And made a solution quite easy, tis said 1 Q1TY Tom Tucker! He sighs for another. " For what does he wait ? " Why, here s the bother: How shaJl he marry without any wife? How shall he get her if he s shy all his life? E saw Margery Daw, On the avenue passed her; He shall say whatever he may I ve seen him walk much fester! ocs No prettier house than Jack built! UT Jack, poor lad, was all forlorn, His heart with love was tattered, torn, And sorrowing he rose each morn ; Sad was the house that Jack built! Ah me! his heart was crumpled, torn! Till, on a wond rous happy morn, He won the maid! Then what? Forlorn? Glad was the house that Jack built! was a maid in our town, And she was wond rous wise ! She found that Someone loved her, Just by looking in his eyes! So when she saw his heart was gone ! Oh, joy for lovers twain I She gave him hers, for well she knew That heart for heart, is gain. OAFFY-DOWN-D1LLY is seen on the down, In her yellow petticoat and her green gown ; Daffy-down-dilly with Spring shall depart, While she who is fairer, dwells on in my heart. , goosie, gander! Thought that he could wander Anywhere, everywhere, Nor grow fond and fonder Of some maiden somewhere Nor make his lover s prayer But the maiden s sweetness Taught him wisdom rare. CETER, Peter, once you meet her, None, you U own is fairer, sweeter ! But to win s another tale Hearken Peter, e er you meet her I V!?O a PON my word and honor, As 1 went up to Bonncr, My heart was lead forpretty Meg, As ] went up her hand to beg, Went sadly up to Bonner. But on my word of honor, As 1 came back from Bonner, The b^ds sang all, and on each twig The very leaves danced all a jig As I came back from Bonner 1 O ASHING Jack Horner Stood on a corner Heaving a dismal sigh ; He looked very glum, For altho* she had come, The fair and unknown passed by. I D tell you her story Of fame and of glory The which the maid said must be won, But that there s another Of "More than a brother," And so, that first story, is none. MILLER, a daughter Content, for love taught her What well she proved full soon, That came he not at ten o clock, He d surely come at noon ! nEY diddle diddle, Lass, lad and fiddle, A round, low, summer s moon ; A breeze to waft Their little craft, And they ll be wed full soon! nARK ! hark ! the dog doth bark, And Betty is wearing a frown ; Ah ! well he may brag "Who gets the dog s wag, And sees Betty come smilingly down. ACK Sprat could cat no fat, Jack Sprat could eat no lean ; But when the maid at last was won He ate the platter clean ! ocf RGE adored the maiden nigh, So he kissed the maiden shy ; "When the maid had naught to say Bade her name the wedding day! ACK met Jill upon the hill A winsome, fetching daughter! Jack met Jill upon the hill Perhaps because he sought her! Jack met Jill upon the hill ; It cheered his heart like laughter; She came anon unto the town, And, think you, he came " after " ? Ot) S 1 was going along, long, long, 1 hummed on a bit of a song, song, song, For a lane where birds and flowers throng, Hath often lovers its way along ; So 1 hummed on my bit of a song, song, song, To say 1 was coming along, long, long. OC- , Tom is the wisest son ! Cold was Peggy, colder, none : But soon, twas sweet her Tom to meet; So Tom goes smiling down the street. BRIDAL, of course, At Banbury Cross ! In white is my lady As soft as the moss, And the bells ring In joyful lest tone, Sweetest of music Anywhere known ! I LOOKED, and saw a man Who d come a hurried mile, Meet a pretty maiden Beside a crooked stile; 1 saw her nod a "Yes/* All timid as a mouse, And soon their talk was much about " A cozy little house." IF all the world were apple-bloom The lea were petals pink It yet would need Her nearing tread To make it Spring, 1 think. Maiden Mary, sweet and airy, How does your garden grow ? Silver bells and knotted veil, And pretty maids all in a row! cake! Wedding cake ! baker man ! Bake up the cake as quick as you can, For Father s approved it ! marked it O. K.I So the cake may be needed now, any day ! . SWITHIN S day, tho thou dost rain, My bridal day thou shalt remain, And tho thou rain, thou shalt be fair That gives me her forevermore! St. Swithin s day, tho thou dost rain, My brightest day thou shalt remain, And from thy dawning, grey or fair, "Within my life, twill rain no more. OBBY Shaftoe s gone to see Sylvia, upon his knee To ask her, "Will you marry me?" Pity Bobby Shaftoe! Bobby s step is light as air Coming down his Sylvia s stair ; He ll be loved for evermore Happy Bobby Shaftoe! QETER White Is a happy sight ! "Would you know the reason why? Twere folly, you know, A sad face to show After the maid says, " Aye ! " ERE am 1 Maiden Joan, When Somebody s with me "We re always alone. ocf ERE was a fair maiden both dainty and small, "Who rejoiced in loving just no man at all ! One opened his heart to its utmost extent, And to it, all helpless, all happy, she #ent! oc/ ERR1LY the Maiden talked, And " Hum " quoth He, While they two walked the garden thru, As once did we. In his eyes, anxious eyes, What did you see ? " 1 . . . love . . . the maiden . . . but Does . . . she . . . love . . . me ? " 1MPLE youth and simple maiden, Just a heedless pair ; Time goes by, and soon, they find them Lovers unaware. Simple question to the maiden, Asked with anxious care Dimpled Susan was to answer Question ? It was fair ! Simple question, " Shall we wed? Objections have you many?" Simple was the answer low "Indeed 1 have not any!* ACK be nimble! Jack be quick! Or see some other the damsel take! was perhaps a Queen of Hearts, Who baked one summer s day, And, too, a knave who found the tarts And took them quite away ; But now 1 sing another Queen Another summer s day Another, better, wiser man He bore the girl away ! OR. Foster went to Gloucester In a shower of rain, Sing "Hey diddle diddle!" "What matters a puddle When there s a lass to gain ? OCK-a-doodle-doo!" What shall our lover do? Since cock-crow finds her still unwon, He II come again to woo ! ING a song of suspense And sparkling, merry eyes, Of more than twenty lovers With aching hearts, and sighs. "When the rites are over, There ll be but one to sing To whom my lady deigns to list, For him the bells shall ring. ONE misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, 1 chanced to meet a gentleman And maiden sweet together; 1 heard his many compliments, Nor ever once did grin ; For what would I do, And what would you do, But compliment oft and again ? glad she was and bonny, As the fragrant apple-spray That opening in the April, Delights beside the way ; And wistfully he passed her On the road that took him nigh her, Until there came a happy day "When he was always by her. parties one, tea parties two, Nods, smiles and calling cards, Walks and rides, a few ; Some say they re not engaged, Others say tis true, And 7 do not see a thing Would say they re not, do you? QRETTY maid, pretty maid, where have you been ? Each cheek a rose is, fit for a queen Little maid, little maid, do 1 guess true ? . . . He whom you love said, " 1 love you. " AVENDER blue and rosemary green . , . If I were king ... would you be queen ? ARBARA, Barbara, maiden mine, How many charms, sweet maid, are thine? Fair and tempting is my lass, And in sweetness none surpass Barbara, Barbara, maiden mine How many charms sweet maid are thine? QRETTY coy Sue, say you re my own! We re in the meadow, and quite alone . . . E en the little boy who looks after the sheep, Is under the haycock, fast asleep. rose s red, the violet s blue, The sweet of the pink are all in you; Roses your cheeks, and violets blue Your lovely eyes of fairest hue, And the sweet of the pink is you, just you. O ING! Dong!," Bell, Of Kitty s wedding tell ; "Ding! Dong! Bell!" In the chapel in the dell. Who ll lead her in ? Her father William Green. Who ll lead her out? Her happy Johnny Stout. Little thought he joy like this Would one day be his own, When first he sought with love s alarms, To coax the prize from father s arms. was a sorry miller once Lived on the river Dee ; No song he sang from morn till night; No mortal sad as he ; For this the burden of his plaint Was doomed for aye to be : " 1 care for nobody, no, alas, And nobody cares for me ! " pretty was black- eyed Nan! She delighted every man ; Gentlemen came every day, And all she meant to send away But her black eyes bade one to stay! HERE arc you going, my pretty maid? I m going a-milking, sir," she said. "May 1 go with you, my pretty maid? " "You re kindly welcome, sir, " she said. "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?" My face is my fortune, sir, " she said. "Then why can t we marry, my pretty maid?" "Another has asked me, sir," she said. OLEMN on Monday, Forlorn on a Tuesday Maybe it s love s fault, Pray, what do you say ? Listless on Wednesday, Harried on Thursday, Misfortune hath him Keep us from her sway ! Very still Friday, Burdened on Saturday Think you tis love that Acts in the matter, pray ? In all the long week Glad but on one day Ah, sad to love always And meet but on Sunday ! rTO the meadow and thru the corn, Vnd by the seat neath the apple thorn, Wandered 1 by stream and rock; And the birds, in a flock Flew some east, flew some west While the lovers went where they liked best. ^ E saw scar ado wn, Which is the way to Lovers Town? One glance up, the other down ; That is the way to Lovers Town. rain, do remain, need you not in Spain; Balcony and serenade Have they there, and ask thine aid? So rain, do remain; More our need than theirs in Spain. OH, 1 saw a maiden sweet off with a basket, When nine was the hour, and bright as the moon Was the lane with its hedges, as poet would ask it And sweet in the May with the scent of the broom. "Oh maiden, no maiden so witching," thought 1, As whither she journeyed her steps took her by ; "Your eyes they are blue as this morning s fair skies, Like the dew on yon cobwebs the light in them lies..." And why there was with her no other, or nigh, To woo one so winsome, 1 found no reply, Till a birdie far wiser than ever was 1, Chirped," Up the lane further, you ll see! By-and-by!" S 1 was going up Primrose Hill, Met 1 maiden Betsey; Betsey is a pretty miss ! And she dropped me a curtsey ! Little Miss, pretty Miss, There is that about you Makes me think there ll come a day 1 cannot live without you ! USH and hubbub /KJ loves and she loves, So the baker, the caterer and the dressmaker Shall bustle about so that soon he may take her ! "V O ! EAT love, little kiss bound to be, When they re together, and none to see ! was an old owl lived in an oak, Whiskey, Whaskey, Wheedle, And all the words he ever spoke Were, "Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle;" And lovers who came oft that way Were rather glad he naught could say, Save, "Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle." HERE was a fair maiden lived under the hill, If she had not loved, she d be there still. OCf nE S blind thrice, He s blind thrice, "Who sees it not that joy is rife And sweetest charm, within his , life Who calls a loving lass his wife Yea, blind thrice. He s blind thrice, He s blind thrice, Who sees it not that all his life He ailing goes who lacks a wife, Whose day with gloomy hours is rife Yea, blind thrice. S I walked by myself, All alone by myself, An elf there came to me; Said he, " Look to thyself! Take care of thyself! For Somebody cares for thee! " Then 1 answered this elf, This mischievous elf, In blithesome repartee, "Thanks to thyself, For the luck to myself, For now, there a wedding shall be." Q1T!... Pat!... From under my hat, By courage, I see, forsaken, So the course you would take ] shall help you to make, If I m not mistaken. ERE is a little chap, And he has a little quiver, And fetal is his aim, tis said, said, said; He trieth in a look Or in a sigh, his luck; You can always tell his wounded For they wed, wed, wed 1 OAINTY maid Belinda, By the open window, Dreaming as ] suppose ; A maid within, who sought her, Stole up and kissed the daughter, And why she blushed, nobody knows ! are lovers joys made of, madeof? are lovers joys made of? Kisses, and mail, and the happy love tale, And that s what their joys arc made of. What are their quarrels made of, made of ? What are their quarrels made of? Very grave things that are nothing at all ! And that s what their quarrels are made of. What arc engagements made of, made of? What are engagements made of? Sugar and spice alas, yes but they re nice! And that s what engagements are made of. OLD thing, old, Is Jove we are told ; And a wary young soul is he Whose craft and whose art Shall save him his heart, But merry, he cannot be. E King of Hearts He made some darts All on a summer day; "With marksman arts He found maids hearts, And took them clean away ! He shot the darts And took their hearts; The maidens wept full sore, Till each he gave Her lover s heart, And she was sad no more. CROSS the patch, The mossy patch, To the violets that are kin To the eyes 1 love The rest above, "Whose favor I would win. OW! Wow! Wow! Whose dog art thou ? " "I m Miss Tucker s dog, But who art thou ? " OC/ ANY a maiden daunting, Cupid s gone a-hunting; Gone to make them happy kin Who, haply else, had strangers been ! H1TTLE Miss Hubbard One day discovered That she was not happy alone, So when next he came there, Her heart she laid bare, And with coaxing, our laddie had done. O f LACK-a-day ! she sat on the wall, And her hair had the glory of leaves in the Fall ; All the king s horses and all the king s men Can t give him a bachelor s heart again ! KS of my lady "When the wind blows- E en more bewitching Than when in repose! Voice of my lady, Tender and low, Voice of the zephyrs Thru treetops that go. Eyes of my lady, Tranquil and deep Pools, where reflections Of violets sleep. Heart of my lady, Tis the red rose, Rare with the fragrance Its petals enclose. May the dawn break, And soon, when I call My lady my own, Who s my idol, my all ! SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA . *. z/ CO > t C c a CO >*> LJ M o 1 LL V. C t CO jj c.2 < o c CO "c < "CO S55 c L o o j "O 00 - e circulati l+_ ^ o o -^8 < u_ .55 ^* z -D E ^ 9o o | = g IM c cO OJ 1 1 O "55 siss ^_ .^ DC ^ T3 z DC c Sg^c I 5 en 1 " ^^ i" QJ C- DC 0) > JC UJ 2 c .2 DC Z CD ^ DC i 6-44332- YB VI 973 A