St. Nicholas/Volume 41/Number 1/Mother Goose

I.

Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy ’s gone a-hunting,
To get a little rabbit’s skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.

II.

Baa, baa, black sheep, ⁠Have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, ⁠Three bags full:

One for my master, ⁠And one for my dame, And one for the little boy ⁠Who lives in our lane.

III

I saw a ship a-sailing,
⁠A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
⁠With pretty things for thee.

There were comfits in the cabin,
⁠And apples in the hold;
The sails were all of silk,
⁠And the masts were made of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailors
⁠That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice
⁠With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,
⁠With a packet on his back;
And when the ship began to move,
⁠The captain said, “Quack! Quack!”

This is the way the ladies ride, ⁠Tri, tre, tre, tree, ⁠Tri, tre, tre, tree! This is the way the ladies ride, ⁠Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!
		This is the way the gentlemen ride, ⁠Gallop-a-trot, ⁠Gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride, ⁠Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride, ⁠Hobbledy-hoy, ⁠Hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride, ⁠Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy!

“BYE, BABY BUNTING.”

PAINTED FOR ST. NICHOLAS BY ARTHUR RACKHAM.