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Sing-Song: a nursery rhyme book

One hundred and twenty six beautifully written poems about babies and childhood that capture the marvelous wonders of that age. - Summary by Maggie Travers (1 hr 15 min)

Chapters

Angels at the foot

Love me, --I love you

My baby has a father and a mother

Our little baby fell asleep

"Kookoorookoo! kookoorookoo!"

Baby cry

Eight o'clock

Bread and milk for breakfast

There's snow on the fields

Dead in the cold, a song-singing thrush

I dug and dug amongst the snow

A city plum is not a plum

Your brother has a falcon

Hear what the mournful linnets say

A baby's cradle with no baby in it

Hop-o'-my-thumb and little Jack Horner

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth

O wind, why do you never rest

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?

Growing in the vale

A linnet in a gilded cage

Wrens and robins in the hedge

My baby has a mottled fist

Why did baby die

If all were rain and never sun

O wind, where have you been

Brownie, Brownie, let down your milk

On the grassy banks

Rushes in a watery place

Minnie and Mattie

Heartsease in my garden bed

If I were a Queen

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow

Stroke a flint, and there is nothing to admire

There is but one May in the year

The summer nights are short

The days are clear

Twist me a crown of wind-flowers

Brown and furry

A toadstool comes up in a night

A pocket handkerchief to hem

If a pig wore a wig

Seldom "can't"

One and one are two

How many seconds in a minute?

What will you give me for my pound?

January cold desolate

What is pink? a rose is pink

Mother shake the cherry tree

A pin has a head, but has no hair

Hopping frog, hop here and be seen

Where innocent bright-eyed daisies are

The city mouse lives in a house

What does the donkey bray about?

Three plum buns

A motherless soft lambkin

Dancing on the hill-tops

When fishes set umbrellas up

The peacock has a score of eyes

Pussy has a whiskered face

The dog lies in his kennel

If hope grew on a bush

I planted a hand

Under the ivy bush

I am a King

There is one that has a head without an eye

If a mouse could fly

Sing me a song

The lily has an air

Margaret has a milking-pail

In the meadow--what in the meadow?

A frisky lamb

Mix a pancake

The wind has such a rainy sound

Three little children

Fly away, fly away over the sea

Minnie bakes oaten cakes

A white hen sitting

Currants on a bush

Playing at bob cherry

I have but one rose in the world

Rosy maiden Winifred

Blind from my birth

When the cows come home the milk is coming

Roses blushing red and white

"Ding a ding"

A ring upon her finger

Ferry me across the water

When a mounting skylark sings

Who has seen the wind?

The horses of the sea

O sailor, come ashore

A diamond or a coal?

An emerald is as green as grass

Boats sail on the rivers

The lily has a smooth stalk

Hurt no living thing

I caught a little ladybird

All the bells were ringing

Wee wee husband

I have a little husband

The dear old woman in the lane

Swift and sure the swallow

I dreamt I caught a little owl

What does the bee do?

I have a Poll parrot

A house of cards

The rose with such a bonny blush

The rose that blushes rosy red

Oh, fair to see

Clever little Willie wee

The peach tree on the southern wall

A rose has thorns as well as honey

Is the moon tired? she looks so pale

If stars dropped out of heaven

"Goodbye in fear, goodbye in sorrow"

If the sun could tell us half

If the moon came from heaven

O Lady moon, your horns point toward the east

What do the stars do?

Motherless baby and babyless mother

Crimson curtains round my mother's bed

Baby lies so fast alseep

I know a baby, such a baby

Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Lie a-bed