The Nursery (Alfred Moffat )

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  • (Posted 2023-11-16)  CPDL #77404:     
Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2023-11-16).   Score information: Letter, 16 pages, 836 kB   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: The Nursery
Composer: Alfred Moffat
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularPartsongNursery-rhymeHumorous Song

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1918 Arthur P. Schmidt
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Original text and translations

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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.

Dickory, dickory, dock!
The mouse ran up the clock!
The clock struck one
And down it run,
Dickory, dickory, dock!

Dame, get up and bake your cakes
On Christmas day in the morning.

“Oranges and lemons,”
Say the bells of Saint Clemens;
“You owe me five farthings,”
Say the bells of Saint Martin’s;
“When will you pay me?”
Say the bells of Old Bailey;
“When I grow rich,”
Say the bells of Shoreditch;
“When will that be?”
Say the bells of Stepney;
“I do not know,”
Says the great bell of Bow;
Here comes a candle
To light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper!
To chop off your head!

Hey! diddle Dumpling, my son John!
He went to his bed with his stockings on;
One shoe off and the other shoe on,
Hey! diddle Dumpling, my son John!

Dingle, dingle dousy,
The cat’s in the well;
The dog’s awa’ to Musselbro’
Tae buy the bairn a bell;
Greet, greet, my bairnie
Ye’ll get a silver bell,
And gin ye dinna faster greet
I’ll keep it tae mysel’!

Here we go round the Mulberry bush,
the Mulberry bush,
the Mulberry bush,
Here we go round the Mulberry bush
On a cold and frosty morning.

Here we go loo-by-loo,
Here we go loo-by-light,
Here we go loo-by-loo,
And all on a Saturday night.
O!
Here we go round the Mulberry bush,
the Mulberry bush,
the Mulberry bush,
Here we go round the Mulberry bush,
On a cold and frosty morning.