Ye butcher, ye baker, ye candlestick-maker

*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 73649 *** Books Designed and Illustrated By Robert Seaver YE BUTCHER, YE BAKER, YE CANDLESTICK-MAKER. By Robert Seaver. With wood-cut illustrations. 16mo, 50 cents, _net_. Postage 5 cents. FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY. By Thomas Hood. Illustrated with old-fashioned cuts. Square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_. Postage 5 cents. THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF JOHN GILPIN. By William Cowper. With wood-cut illustrations. Square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_. Postage 5 cents. HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY Boston and New York Ye Butcher, Ye Baker, Ye Candlestick-Maker Ye Butcher, Ye Baker, Ye Candlestick-Maker Being Sundry Amusing and Instructive VERSES for both Old and Young. Adorned with Numerous Woodcuts By ROBERT SEAVER [Illustration] BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY The Riverside Press Cambridge 1908 COPYRIGHT 1908 BY ROBERT SEAVER All Rights Reserved TO Roberta Ye Contents YE HOUSEWIFE 12 YE BAKER 14 YE DOCTOR 16 YE TOWN CRIER 18 YE TYTHINGMAN 20 YE PIRATE 22 YE PEDAGOGUE 24 YE CHEMIST 26 YE MERCHANT 28 YE PRINTER 30 YE BREWER 32 YE ROBBER 34 YE TAILOR 36 YE CHANDLER 38 YE STUDENT 40 YE HUSBANDMAN 42 YE JESTER 44 Ye Butcher, Ye Baker, Ye Candlestick-Maker Ye Housewife [Illustration] Ye Housewife in her kitchen white, She scours ye pots and pans; She kneads ye bread, and bakes it too, With ever busy hands. Ye children she sends off to school, And then doth sew and darn, And knits ye goodman mitts and hose Of honest homespun yarn. Yet though she toileth all ye day, She hath no cause to fret: Ye Adversary hath not made Ye Modern Servant yet. [Illustration] Ye Baker [Illustration] Ye school-boy on his way to school Ye bake-shop doth espy, Where men of gingerbread in state With eyes of currants lie. Ye good-wife takes her Sunday roast Where his great ovens yawn, And fragrant odors fill ye air At noon, and night, and morn. All this was many years ago, Before Ye Canner came, With Fifty-nine Varieties To advertise his name. [Illustration] Ye Doctor [Illustration] Ye Doctor, on his faithful nag, Rides all ye country round, And in his saddlebags great store Of physic may be found. He cups and bleeds with right good will, With pill and drench doth ply, Until his patient must get well, Unless he first doth die. Ye ancient steed is seen no more, Ye doctor telephones An absent treatment, or, perchance, Manipulates ye bones. [Illustration] Ye Town Crier [Illustration] Ye Crier walks all over town And loudly rings his bell, And to ye gaping villagers His messages doth tell. Ye child that’s strayed, ye auction sale, Ye good news and ye ill, He cries it forth upon ye street, And all may hear who will. Ye Crier he hath gone his way, And for him oft we grieve When papers print so many things Nobody can believe. [Illustration] Ye Tythingman [Illustration] Ye Tythingman, that watchful one, He doth ye order keep, In church he walketh up ye aisle To see who goes to sleep. And when he spyeth one who nods, He riseth in his might, And with his rod right lustily Doth rap ye luckless wight. But now ye tythingman hath found His duties few and small, For those who go keep wide awake, Ye rest go not at all. [Illustration] Ye Pirate [Illustration] Ye Pirate sails ye briny deep: Ye Jolly Roger flies In search of some rich galleon To make a goodly prize. His motley crew of murderous mien Are rovers bold and free, And sailors tremble at his name When they put forth to sea. Ye pirate now stays safe ashore, And authors rate him when He robs ye good ship “Copyright” Of thoughts of brighter men. [Illustration] Ye Pedagogue [Illustration] Ye Pedagogue, that learned man, He rules ye district school, And every day he doth instil Ye youth with learning full. Ye Rule of Three he doth explain Unto his listening class, And ye three R’s he doth expound Unto each youth and lass. Each day he doth discharge full well Ye duties of his station, And never has a Theory On Higher Education. [Illustration] Ye Chemist [Illustration] Ye Chemist fills his little shop With drugs of fearsome smell, He weigheth out ye ipecac And eke ye calomel. Ye herbs he gathered in ye fall Hang on his beams to dry, And they are nauseous to ye taste And dusty to ye eye. Ye old-time druggist, musty soul, Was honored in his age, Man had not reached ye College Ice And Picture Postal stage. [Illustration] Ye Merchant [Illustration] Ye Merchant in his counting-room In broadcloth fine arrayed, He sendeth his great ships away All in ye China trade. And while his warehouse fills with goods Ye merchant laughs with glee, For in ye town who can be found One half so rich as he? Ye merchant of ye olden days, No wonder that he laughed, He nothing knew of Railway Rates, Or High Finance, or Graft. [Illustration] Ye Printer [Illustration] Ye Printer doth right merrily His occupation ply; Ye type he sets and proof he reads With microscopic eye. And when ye chap-book all is done He sallies forth with speed To cry his wares upon ye street For all who care to read. Ye Printer wrought with right good will, Nor ever was afraid Of ye Typographic Union Or ye Printers’ Board of Trade. [Illustration] Ye Brewer [Illustration] Ye Brewer is a merry man, Beloved by all ye town, And he’s renowned both far and wide, All for his ale so brown. And all ye thirsty villagers Do loudly praise his name, An honored village father he, Who well deserves his fame. Ye brewer of ye modern day Doth make great moan because Of ye Pure Food Regulations And ye Local Option Laws. [Illustration] Ye Robber [Illustration] Ye Robber of ye olden day, A jovial blade was he; A short life and a merry one, And then ye gallows-tree. On rich and poor alike he preyed, Nor ever did endow A Learned University As Robber Chiefs do now. Ye modern robber is not known By such an ugly name: He does it more politely. But he does it, just ye same. [Illustration] Ye Tailor [Illustration] Ye Tailor on his lowly bench He stitcheth all ye day. From morn till night his needle plies On clothes both grave and gay. Ye greatcoat for ye village squire, Ye judge’s smallclothes fine, Ye trainband captain’s uniform That doth with splendor shine. Ye tailor works in great content, He is a happy man, No clothes are yet constructed On ye Ready-fitted Plan. [Illustration] Ye Chandler [Illustration] Ye tallow chandler in his shop, He makes ye tallow dip, And cuts ye wicks and fills ye moulds, Ye while he drinks his flip. Full many a studious gentleman Doth hie him forth to buy: Ye lamp of knowledge at his shop, Is here for all to try. So works ye tallow chandler, Nor wotteth that he must, In modern days, give up his ways To Midnight Oil, their Trust. [Illustration] Ye Student [Illustration] Ye Student burns ye midnight oil, And ponderous tomes doth pore, His mind he fills at Wisdom’s fount With classic volumes’ lore. His thesis is a wondrous thing, Of solid breadth and weight. Ye higher things of human life His brow do corrugate. Alas! for now it is not so, For all ye Student’s dream Is how to satisfy ye Coach, And make ye Football Team. [Illustration] Ye Husbandman [Illustration] Anon ye jocund Husbandman, He tills ye fertile mead; He plows ye land and rakes it well, And eke he sows ye seed. From early morn till candle light He toils with might and main, Nor ever stops, but busy keeps Through wind and snow and rain. Yet though he toils full lustily, He’s free from modern ills: He has no Motor Car, and so He pays no Chauffeur’s bills. [Illustration] Ye Jester [Illustration] Ye Jester, dressed in cap and bells, With jokes adorned his chat, And every joke was all his own, And all his jokes were pat. No jokes were old in days of yore, No stories had been told, And so ye wit had ample scope His humor to unfold. Ye modern wit’s in sorry plight, Re-writing o’er and o’er Ye jokes that ancient jesters told Five hundred years before. [Illustration] FAITHLESS NELLY GRAY _BY THOMAS HOOD_ With _seventeen humorous cuts drawn by_ ROBERT SEAVER and _appropriate setting_. Square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_. [Illustration] The classic and pathetic ballad of the fortunes of Ben Battle is perhaps the most famous of Hood’s humorous poems. The seeming crudity of the laughable pictures heightens the humor of Hood’s punning verses, and the result is a holiday booklet which cannot fail to amuse. HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY _BOSTON AND NEW YORK_ THE DIVERTING HISTORY OF John Gilpin _BY WILLIAM COWPER_ Together with some _thirty-two original wood-cut engravings_ by ROBERT SEAVER and a decorative binding in half calf, with paper sides, square 18mo, 50 cents, _net_. [Illustration] HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 4 Park Street, Boston 85 Fifth Ave., New York The Riverside Press CAMBRIDGE · MASSACHUSETTS U · S · A TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES: Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_. Archaic or variant spelling has been retained. *** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 73649 ***