 Ringer Roses, originally published as a nursery rhyme picture book, with numerous drawings in colour and black and white by L. Leslie Brooke, poem author's anonymous. Recorded by Larissa Jaworski in Brisbane, Australia, March 2007. Ringer Roses, First Group of Rhymes. The Man in the Moon The man in the moon came tumbling down and asked his way to Norwich. They told him south, and he burned his mouth with eating cold peas porridge. To market, to market. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, home again, home again, dancing a jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, home again, home again, jiggity jog. There was a man. There was a man, and he had nought, and robbers came to rob him. He crept up to the chimney pot, and then they thought they had him. But he got down on to other side, and then they could not find him. He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, and never looked behind him. The Lion and the Unicorn The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown. The lion beat the unicorn all round about the town. Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown, and some gave them plum cake, and sent them out of town. Little Miss Muffet Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating off curds and whey. There came a big spider, and sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away. Oranges and Lemons Gay go up, and gay go down, to ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets say the bells of St Margaret's. Brick bets and tiles say the bells of St Giles. Pancakes and fritters say the bells of St Peter's. Two sticks and an apple say the bells at Whitechapel. Heypney and farthings say the bells of St Martin's. Oranges and lemons say the bells of St Clements. Old father ball plates say the slow bells at Aldgate. Pokers and tongs say the bells of St John's. Kettles and pans say the bells of St Anne's. You owe me ten shillings, say the bells at St Helen's. When will you pay me, say the bells at Old Bailey? When I grow rich, say the bells at Shore Ditch. Pray when will that be, say the bells of Stepney? I'm sure I don't know, says the great bell of Bow. And here comes a candle to light your bed, and here comes a chopper to chop off your head. Goosey goosey gander. Goosey goosey gander, where shall I wander? Upstairs, downstairs, and in my lady's chamber. There I met an old man that would not say his prayers. I took him by the left leg and threw him down the stairs. End of section one. Ringaroses. Ringaroses originally published as a nursery rhyme picture book with numerous drawings in colour and black and white by L. Leslie Brooke, poem author's anonymous. Recorded by Larissa Jaworsky in Brisbane, Australia, March 2007. Ringaroses, second group of rhymes. Humpty Dumpty. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Humpty together again. Bar bar black sheep. Bar bar black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, Mary, have I three bags full, one for my master and one for my dame, and one for the little boy that lives in the lane? The three wise men of Gotham. Three wise men of Gotham went to see in a bowl. If the bowl had been stronger, my song would have been longer. This little pig went to market. This little pig went to market. This little pig stayed at home. This little pig had roast beef. This little pig had none. And this little pig cried, Wee wee wee, I can't find my way home. Jack and Jill. Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after. Simple Simon. Simple Simon met a pyman going to the fair. Says Simple Simon to the pyman, let me taste your wear. Says the pyman to Simple Simon, do you mean to pay? Says Simon, yes, of course I do. And then he ran away. Simple Simon went a fishing for to catch a whale. All the water he had got was in his mother's pail. There was a crooked man. There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked style. He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse, and they all lived together in a crooked little house. End of section two, Ring a Roses. Ring a Roses originally published as a nursery rhyme picture book with numerous drawings in colour and black and white by L. Leslie Brooke, poem author's anonymous. Recorded by Larissa Jaworski in Brisbane, Australia, March 2007. Ring a Roses, third group of rhymes. Little Bo Peep. Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep and can't tell where to find them. Leave them alone, and they'll come home and bring their tails behind them. Little Bo Peep fell fast asleep and dreamt she heard them bleeding, but when she awoke she found it a joke for they were still a fleeting. Then up she took her little crook, determined for to find them. She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, for they'd left all their tails behind them. Ring a Roses. Ring a Ring a Roses, a pocket full of posies. Hush, hush, hush, and we all tumbled down. There was a little man. There was a little man, and he had a little gun, and his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead. He went to a brook, and he saw a little duck, and he shot it right through the head, head, head. He carried it home to his old wife, Joan, and bid her a fire to make, make, make. To roast the little duck, he had shot in the brook, and he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake. Good King Arthur. When Good King Arthur ruled this land, he was a goodly king. He stole three pecks of barley-meal to make a bag pudding. A bag pudding the king did make, and stuffed it well with plums, and in it put great lumps of fat as big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof, and noblemen beside, and what they could not eat that night the queen next morning fried. Hickety-pickety, my black hen. Hickety-pickety, my black hen, she lays eggs for gentlemen. Gentlemen come every day to see what my black hen doth lay. Cock-a-doodle-doo. Cock-a-doodle-doo, my dame has lost her shoe. My master's lost his fiddling stick, and don't know what to do. Cock-a-doodle-doo, what is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling stick, she'll dance without her shoe. Cock-a-doodle-doo, my dame has lost her shoe, and master's found his fiddling stick, sing doodle-doodle-doo. Cock-a-doodle-doo, my dame will dance with you, while master fiddles his fiddling stick for dame and doodle-doo. Cock-a-doodle-doo, Dame has lost her shoe. Gone to bed and scratched her head and can't tell what to do. Wee-Willy-Winky. Wee-Willy-Winky runs through the town, Upstairs and Downstairs, in his nightgown, Wrapping at the window, crying through the lock. Are the children in their beds for now it's eight o'clock? End of section three, Ring of Roses.