{"id":8337,"date":"2012-10-29T08:35:25","date_gmt":"2012-10-29T08:35:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fairyroom.ru\/?p=8337"},"modified":"2021-03-17T15:41:11","modified_gmt":"2021-03-17T15:41:11","slug":"randolph-caldecott-the-panjandrum-picture-book","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.fairyroom.ru\/?p=8337","title":{"rendered":"Randolph Caldecott «The Panjandrum picture book»"},"content":{"rendered":"\n\n\n
\n\u0410\u0432\u0442\u043e\u0440 \u0438 \u0438\u043b\u043b\u044e\u0441\u0442\u0440\u0430\u0442\u043e\u0440 Randolph Caldecott<\/a>
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\n\u0413\u043e\u0434 \u0438\u0437\u0434\u0430\u043d\u0438\u044f 1885<\/a>
\n\u0418\u0437\u0434\u0430\u0442\u0435\u043b\u044c\u0441\u0442\u0432\u043e Frederick Warne<\/a><\/td>\n		\n

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Come Lasses and Lads<\/h4>\n

Come Lasses and Lads, get leave of your Dads,<\/p>\n

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And away to the May-pole hey:<\/p>\n

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For every he
\nHas got him a she,
\nwith a minstrel standing by.<\/p>\n

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For Willy has gotten his Jill,
\nAnd Johnny has got his Jone,
\nTo Jigg it, Jigg it, Jigg it, Jigg it,
\nJigg it up and down.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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«Strike up,» says Watt; «Agreed,» says Kate,
\n«And I prithee, Fiddler, play;»
\n«Content,» says Hodge, and so says Madge,
\nFor this is a Holiday!
\nThen every man did put his hat off to his lass,
\nAnd every girl did curchy, curchy, curchy on the grass.<\/p>\n

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«Begin,» says Hall; «Ay, ay,» says Mall,
\n«We’ll lead up Packington’s pound:»
\n» No, no,» says Noll, and so says Doll,
\n«We’ll first have Sellenger’s round.»<\/p>\n

Then every man began
\nto foot it round about,
\nAnd every girl did jet it,
\nJet it, jet it in and out.<\/p>\n

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«You’re out,» says Dick; «Not I,» says Nick.
\n«The Fiddler played it false;»
\n«‘Tis true,» says Hugh, and so says Sue,
\nAnd so says nimble Alice.<\/p>\n

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The Fiddler then began to play the tune again,
\nAnd every girl did trip it,
\nTrip it, trip it to the men.<\/p>\n

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Then after an hour, they went to a bower,
\nAnd played for ale and cakes,
\nAnd kisses too\u2014until they were due
\nthe lasses held the stakes.<\/p>\n

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The girls did then begin to quarrel with the men,
\nAnd bid them take their kisses back,
\nand give them their own again,
\nAnd bid them take their kisses back
\nand give them their own again.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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Now there they did stay the whole of the day,
\nAnd tired the Fiddler quite,
\nWith singing and playing, without any paying,
\nFrom morning until night.<\/p>\n

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<\/p>\n

They told the Fiddler then,
\nthey’d pay him for his play,<\/p>\n

And each a 2-pence, 2-pence, 2-pence,
\ngave him and went away<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

«Good-night,» says Harry; «Good-night,» says Mary;
\n«Good-night,» says Dolly to John;
\n«Good-night,» says Sue, to her sweetheart Hugh,
\n«Good night,» says everyone.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Some walked and some did run, Some loitered on the way,
\nAnd bound themselves, by kisses twelve, To meet the next Holiday.
\nAnd bound themselves, by kisses twelve. To meet the next Holiday.<\/p>\n

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Ride a Cock-Horse to Banbury Cross<\/h4>\n

<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Ride a Cock-Horse
\nto Banbury Cross,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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To see a fine Lady
\nGet on a white Horse,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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With rings on her fingers,
\nand bells on her toes,
\nShe shall have music wherever she goes.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare<\/h4>\n

<\/p>\n

A Farmer went trotting upon his grey Mare
\nBumpety, bumpety, bump!
\nWith his Daughter behind him, so rosy and fair;
\nLumpety, lumpety, lump!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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A Raven cried «Croak!» and they all tumbled down;
\nBumpety, bumpety, bump!
\nThe Mare broke her knees and the Farmer his crown;
\nLumpety lumpety, lump!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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The mischievous Raven flew laughing away;
\nBumpety, bumpety, bump!
\nAnd vowed he would serve them the same the next day;
\nLumpety, lumpety, lump<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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An elegy on the glory of her sex Mrs. Mary Blaize by dr. Oliver Goldsmith<\/span><\/h4>\n

<\/p>\n

Good people all,
\nwith one accord.
\nLament for
\nMadam Blaize,
\nWho never wanted
\na good word \u2014<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

From those<\/p>\n

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who spoke her praise.<\/p>\n

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The needy seldom pass’d her door,
\nAnd always found her kind;
\nShe freely lent to all the poor \u2014<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Who left<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

a pledge behind,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

She strove the neighbourhood to please
\nWith manners wondrous winning;<\/p>\n

And never follow’d wicked ways —<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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Unless when she was sinning.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

At church, in silks and satins new,
\nWith hoop of monstrous size,
\nShe never slumber’d in her pew \u2014<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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But when she shut her eyes,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Her love was sought, I do aver,
\nBy twenty beaux and more;
\nThe King himself has follow’d her —<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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When she has walk’d before.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

But now, her wealth and finery fled,
\nHer hangers-on cut short-all;
\nThe Doctors found, when she was dead —
\nHer last disorder mortal.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Let us lament, in sorrow sore,
\nFor Kent Street well may say,
\nThat had she lived a twelvemonth more. —
\nShe had not died to-day.<\/em><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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The great Panjandrum himself<\/h4>\n

<\/p>\n

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So she went into the garden to cut a
\ncabbage-leaf<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

to make<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

an apple-pie;<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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and at the same time a great she-bear,
\ncoming down the street, pops its head
\ninto the shop.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

What! no soap?<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

So he died,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

and she very imprudently married the
\nBarber:<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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and there were present<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

the Picninnies,
\nand the Joblillies,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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and the Garyulies,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

and the great Panjandrum himself, with
\nthe little round button at top;<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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and they all fell to playing the game of
\ncatch-as-catch-can,<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

till the gunpowder ran out at the heels
\nof their boots.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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