In My Nursery- Vol 15

GRANDPAPA’S VALENTINE.

I may not claim her lovely hand,
My darling and my pride!
I may not ask her to become
My bright and beauteous bride;
The measure of my love for her
May not be said or sung;
And all because I’m rather old,
And she is rather young.
I may not clasp her slender waist,
And thread the mazy dance;
I may not drive her in the Park,
With steeds that neigh and prance.
I may not tempt her with my lands,
Nor buy her with my gold;
And all because she’s rather young,
And I am rather old.
She leaves me for a younger swain,
A plump and beardless boy.
She slights me for a sugar-plum,
Neglects me for a toy.
And worst of all, this state of things
Can never altered be;
For I am nearly sixty-eight,
And she is only three.

ALIBAZAN.

All on the road to Alibazan,
A May Day in the morning,
‘Twas there I met a bonny young man,
A May Day in the morning;
A bonny young man all dressed in blue,
Hat and feather and stocking and shoe,
Ruff and doublet and mantle too,
A May Day in the morning.
He made me a bow, and he made me three,
A May Day in the morning;
He said, in truth, I was fair to see,
A May Day in the morning.
“And say, will you be my sweetheart now?
I’ll marry you truly with ring and vow;
I’ve ten fat sheep and a black-nosed cow,
A May Day in the morning.
“What shall we buy in Alibazan,
A May Day in the morning?
A pair of shoes and a feathered fan,
A May Day in the morning.
A velvet gown all set with pearls,
A silver hat for your golden curls,
A pot of pinks for my pink of girls,
A May Day in the morning.”
All in the streets of Alibazan,
A May Day in the morning,
The merry maidens tripped and ran,
A May Day in the morning.
And this was fine, and that was free,
But he turned from them all to look on me;
And “Oh! but there’s none so fair to see,
A May Day in the morning.”
All in the church of Alibazan,
A May Day in the morning,
‘Twas there I wed my bonny young man,
A May Day in the morning.
And oh! ’tis I am his sweetheart now!
And oh! ’tis we are happy, I trow,
With our ten fat sheep and our black-nosed cow,
A May Day in the morning.

THE THREE FISHERS.

John, Frederick, and Henry,
Had once a holiday;
And they would go a-fishing,
So merry and so gay.
They went to fish for salmon,
These little children three;
As in this pretty picture
You all may plainly see.
It was not in the ocean,
Nor from the river shore,
But in the monstrous water-butt
Outside the kitchen door.
And John he had a fish-hook,
And Fred a crooked pin,
And Henry took his sister’s net,
And thought it was no sin.
They climbed up on the ladder,
Till they the top did win;
And then they perched upon the edge,
And then they did begin.
But how their fishing prospered,
Or if they did it well,
Or if they caught the salmon,
I cannot, cannot tell.
Because I was not there, you know,
But I can only say
That I too went a-fishing,
That pleasant summer day.
It was not for a salmon,
Or shark with monstrous fin,
But it was for three little boys,
All dripping to the skin.

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Read these beautiful poems and rhymes for kids. List of the poems included in this poem eBook:

1. Grandpapa’s Valentine
2. Alibazan
3. The Three Fishers
4. Peepsy
5. May Song

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