Nursery ryhmes » 2007 » September

Wynken Blynken and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe–
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into a sea of dew.
“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”
The old moon asked the three.
“We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!”
Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
That lived in that beautiful sea–
“Now cast your nets wherever you wish–
Never afeard are we”;
So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam–
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
‘T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
As if it could not be,
And some folks thought ‘t was a dream they ‘d dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea–
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one’s trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
Wynken, Blynken, And Nod.

Woman Who Lived Under a Hill

There was an old woman
Lived under a hill,
And if she’s not gone
She lives there still.

Wolf

The wolf is a player who creeps away
to one side of the room and hides behind
chairs and tables or boxes.

The sheep all huddle up at one end of the room,
and the shepherd stands at the other.

Presently he calls out to the sheep to
“Come home for the night is falling.”

“We are afraid of the wolf;” answer the timid sheep.
“The wolf is away!” cries the shepherd.

Then the sheep all run across.
Out jumps the wolf and catches whom he can.

The games lasts till
there are no sheep left to be caught.

Woe

Charles the First and Ikey Mo
Side by side a-weeping go.

May the tears that they shed
Cast a blessing on my head.

Yankee Doodle, Queen of Hearts,
Mangel Wurzel, Ice-cream tarts.

Without A Bridle

Without a bridle or a saddle
Across something I ride a-straddle;
And those I ride, by help of me,
Though almost blind are made to see.

Witches Brew

Witches Brew, make me a stew.
Make it thick or I’ll be sick.
Make enough for the week ahead and hurry up.
‘Cause it’s nearly time for my bed.

Wishing

Ring ting! I wish I were a Primrose,
A bright yellow Primrose, blowing in the spring!
The stooping bough above me,
The wandering bee to love me,
The fern and moss to creep across,
And the Elm-tree for our king!

Nay, stay! I wish I were an Elm-tree,
A great lofty Elm-tree, with green leaves gay!
The winds would set them dancing,
The sun and moonshine glance in,
And birds would house among the boughs,
And sweetly sing.

Oh, no! I wish I were a Robin,
A Robin, or a little Wren, everywhere to go,
Through forest, field or garden,
And ask no leave or pardon,
Till winder comes with icy thumbs
To ruffle up our wing!

Well, tell! where should I fly to,
Where to sleep, in the dark wood or dell?
Before the day was over,
Home must come the rover,
For mother’s kiss, sweeter this
Than any other thing.

Wishes

If wishes were horses
Beggers would ride;
If turnips were watches
I would wear one by my side.

Winter Nights

Blow, wind, blow!
Drift the flying snow!
Send it twirling, whirling overhead!
There’s a bedroom in a tree,
Where, snug as snug can be,
The squirrel nests in his cozy bed.

Shriek, wind, shriek!
Make the branches creak!
Battle with the boughs till break o’ day!
In a snow cave warm and tight,
Through the icy winter night,
The rabbit sleeps the peaceful hours away.

Call, wind, call,
In entry and in hall,
Straight from of the mountain white and wild!
Soft purrs the cat
On her fluffy mat,
And beside her nestles close her furry child.

Scold, wind, scold,
So bitter and so bold!
Shake the windows with your tap, tap, tap!
With half-shut, dreamy eyes
The drowsy baby lies,
Cuddled close in his mother’s lap.

Winter

Cold and raw the north wind does blow,
Bleak in the morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter’s now come fairly.

Windy Nights

Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again

Wind The Bobbin Up

Wind the bobbin up,
Wind the bobbin up,
Pull, Pull, Clap, Clap, Clap,
Point to the ceiling
Point to the floor
Point to the window
Point to the door
Put your hands on your knee
Now you clap 1, 2, 3.
Wind the bobbin up,
Wind the bobbin up,
Pull, Pull, Clap, Clap, Clap,

Willy Willy Wilkin

Willy, Willy Wilkin
Kissed the maids a-milking,
Fa, la, la!
And with his merry daffing
He set them all a-laughing,
Ha, ha, ha!

Willy Boy

“Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if that I may.”
“I’m going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,
I’m going to help them to make the hay.”

Willie Wagtail

Willie Wagtail - Oh, so brave!
A tail waving birdie
Thought to fly around the world
And wave on his journey!

Willie Wagtail - Flew and flew
A fearless little birdie
He perched on the snout of a crocodile
And waved until one thirty!

Willie Wagtail - Flew and flew
A carefree little birdie
He perched on the neck of a lioness
And waved until two thirty!

Willie Wagtail - Flew and flew
A bold little birdie
He perched on the trunk of an elephant
And waved until three thirty!

Willie Wagtail - Flew and flew
A friendly little birdie
He perched on the head of a buffalo
And waved until four thirty!

Willie Wagtail - Flew and flew
A clever little birdie
He stood next to a porcupine
And waved until five thirty!

Willie Wagtail - Flew and flew
A homesick little birdie
He perched on a Wandering Albatross
And was home by six thirty!

Willie Wagtail - In his tree
A chirpy little birdie
He felt so gala, he sang to a koala
And waved until seven thirty!

Then, he went to sleep…(Shhh…)

Widow From Babylon

Here’s a poor widow from Babylon,
With six poor children all alone;
One can bake and one can brew,
One can shape and one can sew,
One can sit by the fire and spin,
One can bake a cake for a king.
Come choose you East, come choose you West,
Come choose you the one that you love the best.

Widdicote Waddicote

Widdicote, waddicote,
Overcote hang;
Nothing so broad
And nothing so long
As widdicote, waddicote,
Overcote hang.

Why May Not I Love Johnny?

Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair’

And why may not I love Johnny?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?

And here’s a leg for a stocking,
And here’s a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for his daddy,
And two for his mammy, I trow.