I rediscovered this book buried in my library this morning. Here are a few of the more ‘stranger’ ones.
We had hail stones here today that looked like snow (pics on my other blog www.supposerose.wordpress.com so this little rhyme is appropriate in a way.
Snow, Snow faster,
The old woman’s plucking her geese,
Selling the feathers a penny a piece.
Bat, bat, come under my hat,
And when I bake, I’ll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire
And your children all gone;
All except one
And that’s little Ann
And she has crept under
The warming pan.
There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all
Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent
And down at one gulp, house and old woman went.
There was an old woman, her name was Peg;
Her head was of wood and she wore a cork leg.
The neighbours all pitched her into the water,
Her leg was drowned first, and her head followed after.
There was an old crow
Sat upon a clod
That’s the end of my song
– That’s odd.
And last one…
All just a slice of fun and nostalgia, although I never heard these strange ones when I was a child.