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Nursery Rhymes for Christmas


The following nursery rhymes all mention Christmas, and are taken from the book
THE NURSERY RHYMES OF ENGLAND:
Collected by
JAMES ORCHARD HALLIWELL.
which was first printed about 1854

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in reply to Nae King! Nae quin! Nae Laird!

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"

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in reply to Nae King! Nae quin! Nae Laird!

Dame, get up and bake your pies,
Bake your pies, bake your pies;
Dame, get up and bake your pies,
On Christmas-day in the morning.
Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
Maidens lie, maidens lie;
Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
On Christmas-day in the morning?
Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
Ducks to die, ducks to die;
Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
On Christmas-day in the morning?
Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,
Cannot fly, cannot fly;
Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,
On Christmas-day in the morning.

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in reply to Nae King! Nae quin! Nae Laird!

in reply to Nae King! Nae quin! Nae Laird!

Although not mentioning Christmas, this was apparently part of a tradition in Lancashire.

[A Christmas custom in Lancashire. The boys dress themselves up with ribands, and perform various pantomimes, after which one of them, who has a blackened face, a rough skin coat, and a broom in his hand, sings as follows.]


Here come I,
Little David Doubt;
If you don't give me money,
I'll sweep you all out.
Money I want,
And money I crave;
If you don't give me money,
I'll sweep you all to the grave!

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in reply to Nae King! Nae quin! Nae Laird!

On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,
I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;
The cock sparrow flew over the table;
The pot began to play with the ladle.

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in reply to Nae King! Nae quin! Nae Laird!

St. Thomas's-day is past and gone,
And Christmas is a-most a-come,
Maidens arise,
And make your pies,
And save poor tailor Bobby some.

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