1
Riding the Foot
Trot, little donkey! Donkey, trot!
We must buy honey to please the pet.
If San Francisco has it not,
We'll go to San Benet.
2
Patty-Cake
Patty-cakes, oh! Patty-cakes, ah!
The sweetest cakes are for dear mama.
Patty-cakes, oh! Patty-cakes, ah!
The hardest pats are for poor papa.
Bread, O God! Bread, dear God,
For this little child to-day!
Because he's such a baby,
He cannot pay his way.
3
Learning to Walk
One little step, Baby-boy mine!
Come, Little Man, step up!
And thou shalt have a taste of wine
From Godfather's silver cup.
1
To the Whistle
Whistle, whistle, Margarita,
And you'll get a crust of bread,
But if you do not whistle,
I'll cut off your little head.
2
Rocking Dolly to Sleep
Don't pin-prick my poor old dolly
Respect my domestic matters.
Methinks she grows melancholy,
Fast as her sawdust scatters.
Sole rose of your mamma's posy,
Laugh at your mamma, so!
Seal up your eyes all cozy.
La Sol Fa Mi Re Do.
3
On the Way to School
In the street they call Toledo
Is a famous school for boys,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun,
Where all we lads are going
With a most heroic noise,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun.
And the parrots on their perches,
They mock us as we go,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun.
" I hate my school, " whines Polly,
" For my master beats me so. "
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun.
4
Playing Soldier
The Catalans are coming,
Marching two by two.
All who hear the drumming
Tiptoe for a view.
Ay, ay!
Tiptoe for a view.
Red and yellow banners,
Pennies very few.
Ay, ay!
Pennies very few.
Red and yellow banners!
The Moon comes out to see.
If moons had better manners,
She'd take me on her knee.
Ay, ay!
Take me on her knee.
She peeps through purple shutters.
Would I were tall as she!
Ay, ay!
Would I were tall as she!
Soldiers need not learn letters,
Nor any schooly thing,
But unless they mind their betters,
In golden chains they'll swing.
Ay, ay!
In golden chains they'll swing.
Or sit in silver fetters,
Presents from the King.
y, ay!
Presents from the King.
5
Butterfly Tag
" Who are these chatterers?
Ah, such a number!
Not by day nor by night
Do they let me slumber. "
They're daughters of the Moorish king,
Who search the garden close
For lovely Lady Ana,
The sweetest thing that grows.
She's opening the jasmine
And shutting up the rose.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Dressed in rose-petals!
Is it on candle-flame
Butterfly settles?
How many shirts
Have you woven of rain?
Weave me another
Ere I call you again.
Now that Lady Ana
Walks in garden sweet,
Gathering the roses
Whose dew is on her feet,
Butterfly, butterfly,
Can you catch us? Try it, try! "
6
Puss in the Corner
" A candle here? "
" Over there. "
" A candle here? "
" Otherwhere. "
" Candle, a candle! "
" Loss on loss! "
" Where is light? "
" In the Holy Cross. "
7
Tell-Tale
Tell-tale! Tell-tale!
In hell you'll be served right,
All day fed on mouldy bread,
And pounded all the night.
8
Indian Giver
He who gives and takes again,
Long in hell may he remain!
He who gives and takes once more,
May we hear him beat on the Devil's door!
9
Dancing Verses
Pipe away! pipe away!
Let us play a little play!
What will we play?
We'll cut our flowers away.
Who cut them, who?
Rain from out the blue.
Where is the rain?
Hens drank it up again.
Hens? And where are they?
Gone their eggs to lay.
Who will eat them up?
Friars when they sup.
What do friars do?
Sing " gori-gori-goo. "
10
Whirling with Clasped Hands
Titirinela, if you please!
Titirinela, bread and cheese!
" What is your father's worshipful name? "
" Sir Red-Pepper, who kisses your hands. "
" And how does he call his beautiful dame? "
" Lady Cinnamon, at your commands. "
Titirinela, toe to toe!
Titirinela, round we go!
11
Playing Washerwoman
" Mother has gone to work.
Mother'll be gone all day.
Now can Mariquilla
Laugh and dance and play. "
" What hast been doing, Mary? "
" Sweeping with broom of briar. "
" A friar saw thee playing. "
" He was a lying friar. "
" A holy friar tell a lie! "
" He lied and so do you. "
" Come hither, Mary of my heart,
And I'll beat thee black and blue. "
12
Ready for a Jump
Saint Mary Magdalen,
Don't let me break my thigh!
Oh, Saint Thomas,
Help this birdie fly.
13
Comparing Saints
Old San Anton,
What has he done?
Put us in the corner every one.
San Sebastian
Is a nice young man.
He takes us to walk and gives us a fan.
14
Our Lady
For studying my lessons,
So as not to be a dunce,
Papa gave me eight pennies
That I mean to spend at once.
Four for my dolly's necklace,
Three for a collar fine,
And one to buy a candle
For Our Lady's shrine.
15
When the Stint is Done
Virgin Most Holy
Your servant kneels to say
That with your kind permission
It is time to play.
Mother Most Holy,
My loving heart implores,
Bless this little sinner
Before she runs outdoors.
16
Now I Lay Me
Jesus, Joseph, Mary,
Your little servant keep,
While with your kind permission
I lay me down to sleep.
Riding the Foot
Trot, little donkey! Donkey, trot!
We must buy honey to please the pet.
If San Francisco has it not,
We'll go to San Benet.
2
Patty-Cake
Patty-cakes, oh! Patty-cakes, ah!
The sweetest cakes are for dear mama.
Patty-cakes, oh! Patty-cakes, ah!
The hardest pats are for poor papa.
Bread, O God! Bread, dear God,
For this little child to-day!
Because he's such a baby,
He cannot pay his way.
3
Learning to Walk
One little step, Baby-boy mine!
Come, Little Man, step up!
And thou shalt have a taste of wine
From Godfather's silver cup.
1
To the Whistle
Whistle, whistle, Margarita,
And you'll get a crust of bread,
But if you do not whistle,
I'll cut off your little head.
2
Rocking Dolly to Sleep
Don't pin-prick my poor old dolly
Respect my domestic matters.
Methinks she grows melancholy,
Fast as her sawdust scatters.
Sole rose of your mamma's posy,
Laugh at your mamma, so!
Seal up your eyes all cozy.
La Sol Fa Mi Re Do.
3
On the Way to School
In the street they call Toledo
Is a famous school for boys,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun,
Where all we lads are going
With a most heroic noise,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun.
And the parrots on their perches,
They mock us as we go,
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun.
" I hate my school, " whines Polly,
" For my master beats me so. "
Chundarata, chundarata,
Chundarata, chun-chun.
4
Playing Soldier
The Catalans are coming,
Marching two by two.
All who hear the drumming
Tiptoe for a view.
Ay, ay!
Tiptoe for a view.
Red and yellow banners,
Pennies very few.
Ay, ay!
Pennies very few.
Red and yellow banners!
The Moon comes out to see.
If moons had better manners,
She'd take me on her knee.
Ay, ay!
Take me on her knee.
She peeps through purple shutters.
Would I were tall as she!
Ay, ay!
Would I were tall as she!
Soldiers need not learn letters,
Nor any schooly thing,
But unless they mind their betters,
In golden chains they'll swing.
Ay, ay!
In golden chains they'll swing.
Or sit in silver fetters,
Presents from the King.
y, ay!
Presents from the King.
5
Butterfly Tag
" Who are these chatterers?
Ah, such a number!
Not by day nor by night
Do they let me slumber. "
They're daughters of the Moorish king,
Who search the garden close
For lovely Lady Ana,
The sweetest thing that grows.
She's opening the jasmine
And shutting up the rose.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Dressed in rose-petals!
Is it on candle-flame
Butterfly settles?
How many shirts
Have you woven of rain?
Weave me another
Ere I call you again.
Now that Lady Ana
Walks in garden sweet,
Gathering the roses
Whose dew is on her feet,
Butterfly, butterfly,
Can you catch us? Try it, try! "
6
Puss in the Corner
" A candle here? "
" Over there. "
" A candle here? "
" Otherwhere. "
" Candle, a candle! "
" Loss on loss! "
" Where is light? "
" In the Holy Cross. "
7
Tell-Tale
Tell-tale! Tell-tale!
In hell you'll be served right,
All day fed on mouldy bread,
And pounded all the night.
8
Indian Giver
He who gives and takes again,
Long in hell may he remain!
He who gives and takes once more,
May we hear him beat on the Devil's door!
9
Dancing Verses
Pipe away! pipe away!
Let us play a little play!
What will we play?
We'll cut our flowers away.
Who cut them, who?
Rain from out the blue.
Where is the rain?
Hens drank it up again.
Hens? And where are they?
Gone their eggs to lay.
Who will eat them up?
Friars when they sup.
What do friars do?
Sing " gori-gori-goo. "
10
Whirling with Clasped Hands
Titirinela, if you please!
Titirinela, bread and cheese!
" What is your father's worshipful name? "
" Sir Red-Pepper, who kisses your hands. "
" And how does he call his beautiful dame? "
" Lady Cinnamon, at your commands. "
Titirinela, toe to toe!
Titirinela, round we go!
11
Playing Washerwoman
" Mother has gone to work.
Mother'll be gone all day.
Now can Mariquilla
Laugh and dance and play. "
" What hast been doing, Mary? "
" Sweeping with broom of briar. "
" A friar saw thee playing. "
" He was a lying friar. "
" A holy friar tell a lie! "
" He lied and so do you. "
" Come hither, Mary of my heart,
And I'll beat thee black and blue. "
12
Ready for a Jump
Saint Mary Magdalen,
Don't let me break my thigh!
Oh, Saint Thomas,
Help this birdie fly.
13
Comparing Saints
Old San Anton,
What has he done?
Put us in the corner every one.
San Sebastian
Is a nice young man.
He takes us to walk and gives us a fan.
14
Our Lady
For studying my lessons,
So as not to be a dunce,
Papa gave me eight pennies
That I mean to spend at once.
Four for my dolly's necklace,
Three for a collar fine,
And one to buy a candle
For Our Lady's shrine.
15
When the Stint is Done
Virgin Most Holy
Your servant kneels to say
That with your kind permission
It is time to play.
Mother Most Holy,
My loving heart implores,
Bless this little sinner
Before she runs outdoors.
16
Now I Lay Me
Jesus, Joseph, Mary,
Your little servant keep,
While with your kind permission
I lay me down to sleep.
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