Bibalu » Kings

A Difficult Rhyme

bibalu — Mon, 23 Mar 2009 13:49:46 +0000

What is the rhyme for porringer?
The king he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her.

Arthur O’Bower Has Broken His Band

bibalu — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 04:21:21 +0000

Arthur O’Bower has broken his band,
He comes roaring up the land
A King of Scots, with all his power,
Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower.

Draw A Pail Of Water

bibalu — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 16:28:09 +0000

Draw a pail of water,
For my lady’s daughter;
My father’s a king, and my mother’s a queen,
My two little sisters are dressed in green,
Stamping grass and parsley,
Marigold leaves and daisies.
One rush! two rush!
Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.

Good King Arthur

bibalu — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 08:57:05 +0000

When good King Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.

The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.

Hector Protector

bibalu — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:14:25 +0000

Hector Protector
Was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector
Was sent to the Queen.
The Queen did not like him,
No more did the King;
So Hector Protector
Was sent back again.

Hick-A-More, Hack-A-More

bibalu — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 15:11:09 +0000

Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
On the King’s kitchen door,
All the King’s horses,
And all the King’s men,
Couldn’t drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,
Off the King’s kitchen door.

What am I?

Highty, Tighty

bibalu — Thu, 19 Mar 2009 08:43:05 +0000

Highty, tighty, paradighty clothed in green,
The king could not read it, no more could the queen;
They sent for a wise man out of the East,
Who said it had horns, but was not a beast!

Lavender’s Blue – Version 1

bibalu — Wed, 18 Mar 2009 14:03:49 +0000

Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly,
Lavender’s green;
When I am king, dilly, dilly,
You shall be queen.

Call up your men, dilly, dilly,
Set them to work,
Some to the plough, dilly, dilly,
Some to the cart.

Some to make hay, dilly, dilly,
Some to thresh corn,
While you and I, dilly, dilly,
Keep ourselves warm.

Lavender’s Blue – Version 2

bibalu — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 10:20:40 +0000

Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender’s green
When you are King, dilly dilly,
I shall be Queen

Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,
That told me so

Call up your friends, dilly, dilly
Set them to work
Some to the plough, dilly dilly,
Some to the fork

Some to the hay, dilly dilly,
Some to thresh corn
Whilst you and I, dilly dilly,
Keep ourselves warm

Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly,
Lavender’s green
When you are King, dilly dilly,
I shall be Queen

Who told you so, dilly dilly,
Who told you so?
‘Twas my own heart, dilly dilly,
That told me so.

Old King Cole – Version 2

bibalu — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 10:42:09 +0000

Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe
And he called for his bowl
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh, there’s none so rare
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.