Nursery ryhmes

Wynken Blynken and Nod

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:38:57 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:38:39 +0000

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

Wolf

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:38:19 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:37:57 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:36:27 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:36:15 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:36:00 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:35:41 +0000

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

Winter Nights

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:35:27 +0000

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

joyunhyea — Fri, 07 Sep 2007 16:33:26 +0000

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.