The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little Bo-Peep, by Leslie Brooke This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Little Bo-Peep A Nursery Rhyme Picture Book Author: Leslie Brooke Release Date: November 23, 2007 [EBook #23598] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE BO-PEEP *** Produced by Renald Levesque, Anne Storer and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was produced from images generously made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) Cover image image image 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 bleating; 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 ’em. image image RING O’ ROSES. Ring a ring o’ roses, A pocket full of posies; Hush! hush! hush! And we all tumble down. image image 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 the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head, head, head. image image He carried it home To his old wife Joan, And bid her a fire for 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. image 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. image image image The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried. image HICKETY PICKETY MY BLACK HEN. Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; image Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay. image image 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! image 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. image image WEE WILLIE WINKIE. Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, “Are the children in their beds, for now it’s eight o’clock?” image image BOOKS WITH DRAWINGS By