One, two, buckle my shoe
Per-Erik Skramstad
One, two, buckle my shoe ...
Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
Is there a collection of children's rhymes somewhere on the Web?
Per-Erik Skramstad
Oslo, Norway
Jim Lewis
Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote in article
<333FFA...@sn.no>...
> One, two, buckle my shoe ...
> Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
Three, four, shut the door,
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, don't be late
Nine, ten, big fat hen.
does it go on?
>
> Is there a collection of children's rhymes somewhere on the Web?
>
Probably. Yahoo or Infoseek could help you find it.
--
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they give it voice. Archie Carr - The Everglades
Bill Bliss
Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
>One, two, buckle my shoe ...
>Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
One, two, buckle your shoe
Three, four, shut the door,
Five, six, pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, lay them straight,
Nine, ten, a big fat hen
-Bill-
Donna Richoux
Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
> One, two, buckle my shoe ...
> Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
From "Better Homes and Gardens Story Book," first published 1950:
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, a good fat hen
Eleven, twelve, who will delve
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting
Fifteen, sixteen, maids a-kissing
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting
Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty
The version I learned has a few different lines:
9, 10, a big fat hen
11, 12, dig and delve....
15, 16, maids in the kitchen...
19, 20, I've had plenty
> Is there a collection of children's rhymes somewhere on the Web?
Last year I hunted when a.u.e. was discussing the origin of "One flew
over the cuckoo's nest" and I was surprised at how little there was,
given that they must all be in the public domain. Search on "nursery
rhymes" and "Mother Goose". One fairly good site was Dreamhouse:
http://pubweb.acns.nwu.edu/~pfa/dreamhouse/nursery/rhymes/goodwill.html
Best wishes --- Donna Richoux
nickey davies
In article <01bc3e46$130ec860$6196b8cd@jklewis>, jkl...@ix.netcom.com
> > Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
>
> Five, six, pick up sticks
> Nine, ten, big fat hen.
>
> does it go on?
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting
Fifteen, sixteen, maids a-stitching
Seventeen, eighteen maids-in-waiting
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty
--
Nickey
London, England
keep spam in sarnies: ndav...@cix.co.uk
Peter Moylan
Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
>One, two, buckle my shoe ...
>Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, knock at the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
(Yes, I know that last line sounds like non sequitur.
I guess someone had trouble finding a better rhyme for "ten".)
I've also heard:
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
but I suspect that that was a later addition.
--
Peter Moylan pe...@ee.newcastle.edu.au
http://www.ee.newcastle.edu.au/users/staff/peter/Moylan.html
colf...@minn.net
>Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
>>One, two, buckle my shoe ...
>>Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
>
>One, two, buckle my shoe
>Three, four, knock at the door
I learned it "shut the door."
>Five, six, pick up sticks
>Seven, eight, lay them straight
>Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
Carol from Mpls.
Hugh_P_Scott
> >Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
> >>Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
> >
> >One, two, buckle my shoe
> >Three, four, knock at the door
> >Seven, eight, lay them straight
> >Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting
fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen
seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting
nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
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Peter Moylan put quill to parchment and scratchily scribed:
> Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
> >One, two, buckle my shoe ...
> >Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
[snip rhyme]
I've always looked at it as a commentary on growing up.
At the ages of One and Two, someone has to buckle your shoe for you.
At Three and Four, you're walking around
From Five and Six you can help out with simple tasks, which
become more complex at Seven and Eight.
The analogy breaks down a bit for Nine, Ten.
Eleven, Twelve - now you should be of an age to undertake heavier
agricultural work.
Then for the teens - courting, becoming settled in a new marriage,
childbearing. Or possibly different kinds of domestic service.
Rhiannon
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Lorna May
One two buckle my shoe
Three four knock on the door
Five six pick up sticks
Seven eight shut the gate
Nine ten a big fat hen!
There are variations of course and I deliberately left out the
punctuation . Lorna
Sylvia Dutcher
Peter Moylan wrote:
>
> Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
> >One, two, buckle my shoe ...
> >Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
>
> One, two, buckle my shoe
> Five, six, pick up sticks
> Seven, eight, lay them straight
> Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
>
> I guess someone had trouble finding a better rhyme for "ten".)
>
> I've also heard:
>
> --
> Peter Moylan pe...@ee.newcastle.edu.au
> http://www.ee.newcastle.edu.au/users/staff/peter/Moylan.html
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting
Fifteen, sixteen, maids (in the kitchen?)
Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (don't ask me!)
Joe Wortham
---
More on counting rhymes.
Two, four, six, eight
We don't want to intergrate!
(From the 60's, a chant by ladies(?) in New Orleans
protesting school intergration.
joe w
carlos
Joe Wortham wrote:
>
> Sylvia Dutcher wrote:
> >
> > Peter Moylan wrote:
> > >
> > > Per-Erik Skramstad <pers...@sn.no> wrote:
> > > >One, two, buckle my shoe ...
> > > >Can anyone tell me the whole rhyme please?
> > >
> > > One, two, buckle my shoe
> > > Three, four, knock at the door
> > > Five, six, pick up sticks
> > > Seven, eight, lay them straight
> > > Nine, ten, a big fat hen.
> > >
> > > (Yes, I know that last line sounds like non sequitur.
> > > I guess someone had trouble finding a better rhyme for "ten".)
> > >
In my neck of the woods, we "shut the door" on four.
Everything else was identical. I thought that whoever made up that
rhyme was really stupid because, while I had no trouble buckling my
belt, I had a hard time figuring out how I was supposed to buckle
my shoelaces....
> > > I've also heard:
> > > Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
> > > but I suspect that that was a later addition.
> > >
> >
> > Thirteen, fourteen, maids a courting
> > Fifteen, sixteen, maids (in the kitchen?)
> > Seventeen, eighteen, maids a waiting
> > Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
> > ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (don't ask me!)
>
Plate shouldn't be empty, what with those thiryt-one maids in
the kitchen, and another thirty-five waiting....
TeriBeri
Joe w wrote
>I had a hard time figuring out how i should buckle my shoelaces<
This makes me wonder why we have no modern nursery rhymes- or do we? I
can't think of any off hand. Are our children chanting rhymes from old
England about -you name it- candlestick makers- stiles- because we have
lost our ability to linguistically nurture our children? If Sesame street
is our answer to nursery rhymes I may break our TV instead of keeping it
unplugged.
Teri
I'm out of estrogen and I've got a gun
John Davies
In article <19970419130...@ladder01.news.aol.com>, TeriBeri
<teri...@aol.com> writes
It depends how one defines a nursery rhyme. The ones adults pass on to
their children and grandchildren probably don't change much down the
generations, although some may get bowdlerised or otherwise suffer
mutation, and some eventually drop out of circulation.
But the rhymes, and especially songs, that kids sing themselves, from
kindergarten onwards, certainly do contain newcomers. The experts in
this field were Iona and Peter Opie, whose "Lore and Language of
Schoolchildren", "Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes" and "Children's
Games in Street and Playground" are classics of original scholarship
well worth reading by anyone with even a passing interest in the
subject.
They mention a number of relatively recent additions to the canon,
including one that was apparently first recorded in the 1940s, and which
I myself remember hearing my school-mates sing during a thunderstorm in
1941, when I was five:
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man's a-snoring
He went to bed
And bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning.
I find it hard to believe that the process doesn't continue as
vigorously as ever, even though most adults are completely unaware of
it. Children are automatically enrolled in the biggest secret society in
the world.
--
John Davies (jo...@redwoods.demon.co.uk)
On that of which one cannot speak, one must remain silent. (Wittgenstein)
Mark Odegard
[Posted, e-mailed] On Sun, 20 Apr 1997 01:01:21 +0100, John
Davies <jo...@redwoods.demon.co.uk> in
<7jmKMBAR...@redwoods.demon.co.uk> wrote
>I myself remember hearing my school-mates sing during a thunderstorm in
>1941, when I was five:
>
>It's raining, it's pouring
>The old man's a-snoring
"The old man is snoring" is how I remember it.
>He went to bed
>And bumped his head
>And couldn't get up in the morning.
"And couldn't get up till morning".
It occurs to me this may have started a rhyme about an enuretic
alcoholic father.
It's raining, it's pouring
The old man is snoring.
He bumped his head
He wets the bed
He won't be up till morning.
--
Mark Odegard ode...@ptel.net
[e-mailed copies of responses to my postings are welcomed]
Brian J Goggin
On 19 Apr 1997 13:07:56 GMT, teri...@aol.com (TeriBeri) wrote:
>Joe w wrote
>>I had a hard time figuring out how i should buckle my shoelaces<
>
>This makes me wonder why we have no modern nursery rhymes- or do we? I
>can't think of any off hand. Are our children chanting rhymes from old
>England about -you name it- candlestick makers- stiles- because we have
>lost our ability to linguistically nurture our children? If Sesame street
>is our answer to nursery rhymes I may break our TV instead of keeping it
>unplugged.
>
Sesame Street, Barney, advertising jingles ....
I recall that my children brought home two rhymes that I had never
heard before. One began "Ching Chong Chinaman"; the other began
"My first day of school came;
I went to the door.
I shot my poor teacher
With an M64."
These may be rap songs, or other cultural artefacts, but they seem to
be used during children's games.
bjg
Brian J Goggin
On Mon, 21 Apr 1997 15:53:03 GMT, beeswing <Bees...@aol.com> wrote:
>Brian J Goggin wrote:
>>
>> I recall that my children brought home two rhymes that I had never
>> heard before. One began "Ching Chong Chinaman"; the other began
>>
>> "My first day of school came;
>> I went to the door.
>> I shot my poor teacher
>> With an M64."
>>
>> These may be rap songs, or other cultural artefacts, but they seem to
>> be used during children's games.
>
>Um, the first one you mention I also "brought home" when I was a child
>(1960s). So it's not new.
I didn't claim that it was new, but I think it's later than the
traditional rhymes about candlesticks and stiles that Teri mentioned.
It suggests to me that the creation of nursery-rhymes continues.
> FWIW, the reason why I remember the rhyme at
>all was that I got in big-time trouble for reciting it: My mother felt
>it was racist.
The few words I remember suggest to me that it praised the Chinese
community for thrift and entrepreneurship. If, however, it is racist,
it's in good company amongst nursery-rhymes.
bjg
beeswing
Brian J Goggin wrote:
>
> On Mon, 21 Apr 1997 15:53:03 GMT, beeswing <Bees...@aol.com> wrote:
>
> >Brian J Goggin wrote:
> >>
> >> I recall that my children brought home two rhymes that I had never
>
> > FWIW, the reason why I remember the rhyme at
> >all was that I got in big-time trouble for reciting it: My mother felt
> >it was racist.
>
> The few words I remember suggest to me that it praised the Chinese
> community for thrift and entrepreneurship. If, however, it is racist,
> it's in good company amongst nursery-rhymes.
I'm not sure that my mother let me get past those first three words, the
one's you quoted. I have to admit, I can't recall the rest of the rhyme.
Perhaps it WAS innocuous.
Timothy Hunt
In article <335B9D...@aol.com>, beeswing <Bees...@aol.com> wrote:
>
>With regard to the original topic, my 2-year-old daughter got a talking
>Big Bird for her last birthday. Big Bird recites the "One, Two" rhyme
>thusly:
I much prefer the Elmo in this range that says "hee hee hee, that tickles"
then shakes rather vibrantly. Setting off lots of those in Kaybee's (?)
was much fun, last time I was in the US.
Timothy
beeswing
Brian J Goggin wrote:
>
> I recall that my children brought home two rhymes that I had never
>
> "My first day of school came;
> I went to the door.
> I shot my poor teacher
> With an M64."
>
> These may be rap songs, or other cultural artefacts, but they seem to
> be used during children's games.
Um, the first one you mention I also "brought home" when I was a child
(1960s). So it's not new. FWIW, the reason why I remember the rhyme at
all was that I got in big-time trouble for reciting it: My mother felt
it was racist.
With regard to the original topic, my 2-year-old daughter got a talking
Big Bird for her last birthday. Big Bird recites the "One, Two" rhyme
thusly:
"One, two,
Buckle your shoe.
Three, four,
Close the door.
Five, six,
Pick up sticks.
Seven, eight,
Swing on the gate.
Nine, ten,
Let's count again.
Here we go:
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."
Dale Williams
beeswing wrote:
>
> Brian J Goggin wrote:
> >
> > I recall that my children brought home two rhymes that I had never
> > heard before. One began "Ching Chong Chinaman"; the other began
> >
> > "My first day of school came;
> > I went to the door.
> > I shot my poor teacher
> > With an M64."
> >
> > These may be rap songs, or other cultural artefacts, but they seem to
> > be used during children's games.
>
> Um, the first one you mention I also "brought home" when I was a child
> (1960s). So it's not new. FWIW, the reason why I remember the rhyme at
> all was that I got in big-time trouble for reciting it: My mother felt
> it was racist.
>
one you mean?) dates from at least the turn of the century. Certainly my
father (born 1914) knew it at school.
I saw reference to it when researching the life of a local woman who
organised English classes for Chinese immigrants to New Zealand in the
1890s. The papers of the day referred to Chinese as "the Pigtails", "the
Johns" and "the Celestials", so perhaps we have made some progress in
the last 100 years.
Cheers
DAW
BILLM...@delphi.com
Quoting JohnDavies<john from a message in alt.usage.english
>On that of which one cannot speak, one must remain silent.
>(Wittgenstein) .
Unfortunately, not everyone subscribes to this.
Bill McCray
Lexington, KY
(BillMcCray at delphi dot com)
Gwen Lenker
BILLM...@delphi.com wrote in article <5jo783$k...@lotho.delphi.com>...
>
> Quoting JohnDavies<john from a message in alt.usage.english
> >On that of which one cannot speak, one must remain silent.
> >(Wittgenstein) .
> Unfortunately, not everyone subscribes to this.
Whaddaya mean, "unfortunately"?
I've learned a lot by first opening my mouth and making a fool of myself.
BILLM...@delphi.com
Quoting "GwenLenker"<galenker from a message in alt.usage.english
Good point. I was thinking of those who are quite willing to
expound on subjects about which they don't know enough to do so.
Duncan McKenzie
>> On that of which one cannot speak, one must remain silent.
>> (Wittgenstein) .
>
>Unfortunately, not everyone subscribes to this.
Oh, I think they do. It's the stuff "of which one SHOULDN'T speak" that
gets people into trouble.
Incidentally, considering that Wittgenstein wrote two famous books, and the
second pretty much refutes the first, I'd say he should have remained
silent about half the time.
Duncan McKenzie
Toronto, Canada
Ralph M Jones
beeswing wrote:
>
> Brian J Goggin wrote:
> >
> > I recall that my children brought home two rhymes that I had never
> > heard before. One began "Ching Chong Chinaman"; the other began
> >
> > "My first day of school came;
> > I went to the door.
> > I shot my poor teacher
> > With an M64."
> >
> > These may be rap songs, or other cultural artefacts, but they seem to
> > be used during children's games.
>
> Um, the first one you mention I also "brought home" when I was a child
> (1960s). So it's not new. FWIW, the reason why I remember the rhyme at
> all was that I got in big-time trouble for reciting it: My mother felt
> it was racist.
>
> Big Bird for her last birthday. Big Bird recites the "One, Two" rhyme
> thusly:
>
> "One, two,
> Buckle your shoe.
> Three, four,
> Close the door.
> Five, six,
> Pick up sticks.
> Seven, eight,
> Swing on the gate.
> Nine, ten,
> Let's count again.
> Here we go:
> One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten."
>
> bees...@aol.com
Unfortunately, today's kids are probably more familiar with M-64s than
with buckles.
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If you can fake that, you've got it made.
- rmj