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22

The Tailor

of

Gloucester

Beatrix Potter1903

Narration

Marilyn SaklatvalaLivrivox

Produced

Kenneth Kunz

2

copy Kenamar Corp



In the time

of swords

and periwigs

(menrsquos wigs )

and

full-skirted coats

with floweredlappets --

(folds or lapels)

3



of paduasoy

(a rich corded silk

cloth)

and taffeta

(a smooth silk fabric)

when gentlemen

wore ruffles

and gold-laced

waistcoats

4



--there lived

a tailorin Gloucester

(a city in England)

5



He sat in the windowof a little shop

in Westgate Street

cross-legged

on a table

from morning

till dark

6



All day long

while the light lasted

he sewed

and snippetted(cut with scissors)

piecing out his satin(a cloth with a shiny

side and a dull side)

and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

stuffshad strange names

8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began

to make a coatOne bitter cold daynear Christmastime

13



and

a cream-coloredsatin waistcoat

(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed

with gauze (a thinfabric with a loose

open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17



tippets (a clothshoulder covering)

for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work

all the silk and satin

lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against

the small leadedwindow-panes

and shutout the light

19



and there were

pocket-flaps

and cuffsand buttons

all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20



and forthe button-holes

of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored

twist(twisted thread)

For the lining

of the coat

there was fineyellow taffeta

(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21



except thatthere was wanting

(lacking)

just one single skein(a quantity of yarn

or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key

for he did not sleepthere at nights

24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all

the old housesin Gloucester

No onelived there at night

but little brown mice

and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25



through thoselong narrow

passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases

and secret trap-doors

and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next

to the doorwayto College Green

He lived

quite near byin College Court

28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although

it was nota big house

29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat

when the tailoropened the door

miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied

Simpkinwe shall make

our fortune

but I am worn

to a raveling(pulling apart

like a torn cloth)

32



Take this groat(a coin

of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth

four English pennies)

33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk

and a pennorthof sausages

and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth

of cherry-colouredsilk

35



for I have

NO MORE TWIST(thread)

or I am undone

and worn

to a thread-paper(very thin paper

that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37



and beginningto be ill

The tailorwas very tired

38



He sat downby the hearth

(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married

on Christmas Dayin the morning

40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets

(scarves)for micemdashmdash

mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta

mdashand the taffeta

sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said

the Tailorof Gloucester

jumping upfrom his chair

Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser

was coveredwith crockery

and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor

sat down againby the fire

warming his poorcold hands

and mumbling

to himself mdashmdash

Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat

is cut outfrom peach-colored

satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful

floss silk(a silk thread

with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came

other little noises--

Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise

to entrustmy last fourpence

to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles

(wood-boringbeetles)

in an old

worm-eatenwindow-shuttermdash

Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes

of cherry-coloredsilk

58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern

of that wonderfulcoat

60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back

with the pipkinof milk

63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in

with an angryG-r-r-miaw

like a cat

that is vexed(angry)

64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my twistrdquo

But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67



But Simpkin hida little parcel

privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

and went sadlyto bed

70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long

Simpkin huntedand searched

through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist

For the poorold tailor

was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become

of the cherry-colored

coat

75



In the tailors shopin Westgate Street

the embroideredsilk and satin

lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76



and who shouldcome to sew them

when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that

does not hinderthe little brown

mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and

hard)through the snow

to buy their geeseand turkeys

79



and the poor

old tailorof Gloucester

but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights

and when it wasChristmas Eve

andvery late at night

81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what

it is that they say)

But it is

in the old storythat all the beasts

can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve

and Christmas Dayin the morning

85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables

(triangular sections

of wall

under a peaked roof)

and

old wooden housesin Gloucester

88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89



all the old songsthat ever I heard of

and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90



And nowin a garret (attic)

there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91

First and loudestthe cocks cried out

Dame get up

and bake your pies

Oh dilly dilly dilly

sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92



the jackdaws(a type of crow)

woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves

the starlings (birds)

and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full

of little twittering

tunes

But it was all

rather provoking

to poor hungrySimpkin

and althoughit was the middle

of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly

he was vexedwith some

little shrill voices

from behind

a wooden lattice

(a flat panel madefrom wood slats)

95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if

he had a beein his bonnet

and Simpkin

went awayshaking his ears

98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was

a snippetingof scissors

and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse

voices sangloudly and gaily

101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns

Likea little kyloe cow

(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy

Youd bite off our heads

What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered

the little micemdash



Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march

the merchantmenrdquo

110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the

kitchen dresserrdquo

added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once

in little twittering

voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear

the click of thimbles



Simpkin

came awayfrom the shop

and went home

consideringin his mind

118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119



and he feltquite ashamed

of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot

and looked at itin the moonlight

120



was a skein

of cherry-coloredtwisted silk

When the tailorawoke

in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood

the repentant(sorry)

Simpkin

122



but

I have my twistrdquo

ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed

and came outinto the street

124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor

of Gloucestershall be married

by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway

and gonefrom off the floor

130

But there wasno one there

Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there

where he had leftplain cuttings

of silkmdash

But uponthe tablemdash

Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134



and wherethat buttonhole

was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135



in little tiny weeny

writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles

or suchembroidered cuffs

and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes

were the greatesttriumph of all

140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



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22

The Tailor

of

Gloucester

Beatrix Potter1903

Narration

Marilyn SaklatvalaLivrivox

Produced

Kenneth Kunz

2

copy Kenamar Corp



In the time

of swords

and periwigs

(menrsquos wigs )

and

full-skirted coats


(folds or lapels)

3



of paduasoy

(a rich corded silk

cloth)

and taffeta


when gentlemen

wore ruffles

and gold-laced

waistcoats

4



--there lived


(a city in England)

5




in Westgate Street

cross-legged

on a table

from morning

till dark

6



All day long


he sewed




and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



In the time

of swords

and periwigs

(menrsquos wigs )

and

full-skirted coats


(folds or lapels)

3



of paduasoy

(a rich corded silk

cloth)

and taffeta


when gentlemen

wore ruffles

and gold-laced

waistcoats

4



--there lived


(a city in England)

5




in Westgate Street

cross-legged

on a table

from morning

till dark

6



All day long


he sewed




and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



of paduasoy

(a rich corded silk

cloth)

and taffeta


when gentlemen

wore ruffles

and gold-laced

waistcoats

4



--there lived


(a city in England)

5




in Westgate Street

cross-legged

on a table

from morning

till dark

6



All day long


he sewed




and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



--there lived


(a city in England)

5




in Westgate Street

cross-legged

on a table

from morning

till dark

6



All day long


he sewed




and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




in Westgate Street

cross-legged

on a table

from morning

till dark

6



All day long


he sewed




and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



All day long


he sewed




and pompadour

(a fancy cloth

named after Madam

Pompadour)

and lutestring

(a shiny fabric)

7



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and were very

expensive

in the days

of the Tailor

of Gloucester


8



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



But although

he sewed fine silk

for his neighbors

he himself

was very very

poor

A little old man

in spectacles

with a pinched face

old crooked fingers

and a suit

of threadbare

clothes

9



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



(a cloth with

a decorative design

stitched withneedle

and thread

of various colors)

He cut his coats

without waste

according to his

embroidered

cloth

10



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



ldquoToo narrow

breadthsfor nought

(nothing)

--

they were

very small ends

and snippets

(small cuttings)

that lay about

upon the table

11



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



--except waistcoats

for mice

said the tailor

12



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



the tailor began


13



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and


(a coat

of cherry- colored

corded silk

embroidered

with pansies

and roses)

14



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



for the Mayor

of Gloucester

--trimmed


open weave)

and green worsted

chenillemdash

(an extremely soft

and bunchy fabric

French Caterpillar)

15





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar





No breadth at all

and cut

on the cross

itrsquos no breadth

at all

17




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




for mice

and ribbons

for mobs

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

18



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



the tailor had done

his days work


lay cut out

upon the table

When

the snow-flakes

came down

against



19



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and there were

pocket-flaps


all in order

There were

twelve pieces

for the coat

and four pieces

for the waistcoat

20




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




of the waistcoat

there was

cherry-colored


For the lining

of the coat


(a smooth shiney

silken cloth)

21




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




(lacking)


or thread

of cherry-colored

twisted silk

And everything

was ready

to sew together

in the morning

all measured

and sufficient--

22



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The tailor came out

of his shopat dark

23



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



He fastened

the window

and locked the door

and took away

the key


24



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



For behind

the wooden

wainscots

(panels

on the lower part

of a wall)

of all




and THEY ran

in and out

without any keys

25




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




passages

They can run

all over the town

without going

into the streets

there are little

mouse staircases


and the mice run

from house to house

26



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



But the tailor came

out of his shop

and shuffled home

through the snow

27



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



next


He lived


28



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



the tailor

was so poor

he only rented

the kitchen

And although


29



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



He lived alone

with his cat

it was called

Simpkin

Now all day long

while the tailor

was out at work

Simpkin kept house

by himself

30



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Miawsaid the cat


miaw

and he also was

fond of the mice

though

he gave them

no satin for coats

31



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The tailor replied


our fortune

but I am worn


like a torn cloth)

32




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




of old England)

which is our last

fourpence

(money worth


33



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



but a pennorth

(pennyrsquos worth)

of bread

a pennorth

of milk


and Simpkin

take

a china pipkin

(small pot for

boiling water in)

34



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



But do not lose

the last penny

of the fourpence

Simpkin

And oh Simpkin

with the last penny

of our fourpence

but me

one pennorth


35



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



for I have


or I am undone

and worn


that thread is

wrapped in)

36



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and went out

into the dark

Then Simpkin

again said

Miaw

and took the groat

and the pipkin

37





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar





38




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




(fireplace)

and talked

to himself

about that

wonderful coat

39



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and

he hath

ordered a coat

and

an embroidered

waistcoat--

I shall make

my fortune

--to be cut bias

--the Mayor

of Gloucester

is to be married


40



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



there is no more

left over

in snippets

(scraps)

than will serve

to make tippets


mdashto be lined

with yellow taffeta


sufficeth

(is sufficient)

41



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



from the dresser

at the other side

of the kitchen

came a number

of little noises--

Then the tailor

started

for suddenly

interrupting him

42



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Now what

can that be

said



Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

43



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



willow pattern

plates

and tea-cups

and mugs

The dresser


and pipkins

44



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The tailor

crossed

the kitchen

and stood

quite still

beside the dresser

45



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



listening

andpeering through

his spectacles

46



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Tip tap

tip tap

Tip tap tip

Again

from under

a tea-cup

came those funny

little noisesmdash

47



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and he lifted up

the tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is very

peculiar

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

48



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Out stepped

a little live

lady mouse

and made

a courtesy

to the tailor

49



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The tailor



and mumbling


Then she

hopped away down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

50



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The waistcoat


satin

mdashtambour

(a circular frame

for embroidery

like a tamborine)

stitch

and rose-buds

in beautiful


with no twist)

51



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



But all at once

from the dresser

there came


Tip tap

tip taptip tap tip

Was I wise


to Simpkin

One-and-twenty

button-holes

of cherry-colored

twist

52



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and turned over

another tea-cup

which was

upside down

This is passing

extraordinary

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

53



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Out stepped

a little gentleman

mouse

and made a bow

to the tailor

54



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



like watch-beetles


in an old


Tip tap

tip tap

tip tap tip

And then

from all over

the dresser

came a chorus

of little tapings

all sounding

together

and answering

one another

55



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



And out from

under tea-cups

and

from under bowls

and basins

stepped other

and morelittle mice

56



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



who hopped away

down

off the dresser

and under

the wainscot

57



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



To be finished

by noon

of Saturday

and this

is Tuesday evening

The tailor sat down

close to the fire

lamenting

(saying sadly)

One-and-twenty

buttonholes


58



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Alack

I am undone

for I have

no more twist

Was it right

to let loose

those mice

undoubtedly

the property

of Simpkin

59



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The little mice

came out again

and listened

to the tailor

they took notice

of the pattern


60



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and about little

mouse tippets

They listened

to one another

about

the taffeta lining

61



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



squeaking

and calling

to one another

as they ran

from house

to house

And thenall at once

they all ran

away together

down the passage

behind

the wainscot

62



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



And not one

mouse was left

in the tailors

kitchen

when Simpkin

came back


63



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Simpkin opened

the door

and bounced in


like a cat


64



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



He put down

the loaf

and the sausages

upon the dresser

and sniffed

for he hated

the snow

and there was

snow in his ears

and snow

in his collar

at the back

of his neck

65



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Simpkin

said the tailor


But Simpkinset down

the pipkin of milk

upon the dresser

and looked

suspiciously

at the tea-cups

66



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Simpkin

said the tailor

where is my

TWIST

He wanted

his supper

of little fat mouse

67




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




privately

in the tea-pot

and spit

and growled

at the tailor

68



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Where is

my MOUSE

and if Simpkin

had been able

to talk

he would have

asked

69



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Alack

I am undone

said the Tailor

of Gloucester


70



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



peeping

into cupboards

and under

the wainscot

All that night long


through

the kitchen

71



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



but still he never

found a mouse

and

into the tea-pot

where

he had hidden

that twist

72



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Simpkin went

Miaw-ger-r-

w-s-s-ch

and made strange

horrid noises

as cats do at night

Whenever

the tailor muttered

and talked

in his sleep

73



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and still

in his dreams

he mumbled

No more twist

no more twist


was very ill

with a fever

tossing and turning

in his

four-post bed

74



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



All day he was ill

and the next day

and the next

what should become


coat

75





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar





lay cut out

upon the tablemdash

one-and-twenty

button-holesmdash

76




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




when the window

was barred

and the door

was fast locked

77



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



they run

in and out

without any keys

through all

the old houses

in Gloucester

But that


mice

78



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and to bake their

Christmas pies

Out-of-doors

the market folks

went trudging

(walking heavy and



79



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and the poor


but there

would be no

Christmas dinner

for Simpkin

80



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The tailor lay ill

for three days

and nights



81



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and looked down

over the gateway

into College Court

The moon

climbed up

over the roofs

and chimneys

82



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



all the streets

of Gloucester

were fast asleep

under the snow

There were

no lights

in the windows

nor any sound

in the houses

83



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



And still Simpkin

wanted his mice

and mewed

as he stood beside

the four-post bed

84



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



(though there are

very few folk

that can hear them

or know what


But it is


can talk

in the night

between

Christmas Eve


85



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



like an echo

of the chimes

--and

Simpkin heard it

When the

cathedral clock

struck twelve

there was

an answer--

86



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and came out

of the tailors door

and wandered

about in the snow

87



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



From all the roofs

and gables


of wall


and


88



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



came a thousand

merry voices

singing

the old Christmas

rhymes--

89




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




and some

that I dont know

like

Whittingtons bells

90




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




there were lights

and sounds

of dancing

and cats came

from over the way

91


Dame get up

and bake your pies


sighed Simpkin



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



All the cats

in Gloucestermdash

except me

said Simpkin

Hey diddle

diddle

the cat

and the fiddle

92




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




woke up

in the cathedral

tower

Under

the wooden eaves


and sparrows sang

of Christmas pies

93



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The air was

quite full


tunes

But it was all

rather provoking



of the night

the throstles

(a thrush or song

bird)

and robins sang

94



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



I think that

they were bats

becausethey always

have very small

voicesmdash

Particularly



from behind

a wooden lattice


95



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



especially

in a black frost

(sleet)

when they talk

in their sleep

like the Tailor

of Gloucester

96



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



ldquoBuz

quoth the blue fly

hum

quoth the bee

Buz and hum

they cry

and so do werdquo

They said

something

mysterious

that sounded

likemdash

97



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



as if


and Simpkin


98



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



From

the tailors shop

in Westgate

came a glow

of light

99



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



it was full

of candles

and when Simpkin

crept up

to peep in

at the window

100



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



There was


and snappeting

of thread

and little mouse


101



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The best man

amongst them

Durst not

(mustnrsquot)

touch her tail

Four-and-twenty

tailors

Went to catch

a snail

102



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Run tailors run

Or shell

have you all

een (eaten)

now

She

put out her horns


(a breed of English

cattle)

103



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



the little

mouse voices

went on again

Then

without a pause

104



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Sieve

my ladys oatmeal

Grind

my ladys flour

Put it

in a chestnut

Let it stand

an hour--

105



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



But the key

was under

the tailors pillow

and he could not

get in

Mew Mew

interrupted

Simpkin

and he scratched

at the door

106



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Three little mice

sat down to spin

Pussy passed by

and she peeped in

The little mice

only laughed

and tried another

tune--

107



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Shall I come in

and cut off

your threads

Oh noMiss Pussy


What are you at

my fine little men

Making coats

for gentlemen

108



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Mew Mew

cried Simpkin

109

Hey diddle

dinkettyrdquo

answered




Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Silk in the collar

and gold

in the hem

So merrily march


110

Hey diddledinketty

poppetty pet

The merchants

of London

they wear scarlet

(dark red)





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar





at the door

of the shop

He sniffed

and mewed

112



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



All forone farthing

mdashmdash

and upon the


added the rude

little mice

And thenI bought

A pipkin

and a popkin

A slipkin

and a slopkin

113



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



while

the little mice

inside sprang

to their feet

Mew

scratch

scratch

scuffled Simpkin

on the window-sill

114



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



No more twist

No more twist

and all began

to shout at once


voices

115



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and shut out

Simpkin

And they

barred up

the

window-shutters

116



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and little mouse

voices singingmdash

No more twist

No more twistrdquo

117

But still

through the nicks

in the shutters

he could hear




Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Simpkin


and went home


118



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



He found

the poor

old tailor

without fever

sleeping peacefully

119




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




of his badness

compared

with those

good little mice

Then Simpkin

went on tip-toe

and took

a little parcel

of silk out

of the tea-pot


120



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



was a skein



in the morning

the first thing

which he saw

upon the patchwork

quilt

121



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and beside

his bed stood


Simpkin

122



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



but


ldquoAlack

I am worn

to a raveling

said the Tailor

of Gloucester

123



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The sun was shining

on the snow

when the tailor

got up

and dressed


124



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



with Simpkin

runningbefore him

125



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The starlings

whistled

on the chimney

stacks

and the throstles

and robins sang

126

mdashbut

they sang

their own little

noises

not the words

they had sung

in the night



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



but no more

strength

--nor time

--than will serve

to make me

one single

buttonhole

Alack

said the tailor

I have my twist

127



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The Mayor


by noon

--and where

is his

cherry-colored

coat

for this is

Christmas Day

in the Morning

128



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and Simpkin

ran in

like a cat

that expects

something

He unlocked

the door

of the little shop

in Westgate Street

129



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



the little ends

of thread

and the little

silk snippets

were all tidiedaway


130


Not even one

little brown mouse

The boards

were swept clean



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



--there


of silkmdash


Oh Joy

the tailor

gave a shout

131



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



there lay

the most beautiful

coat

and embroidered

satin waistcoat

132



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



that were

ever worn

by a Mayor

of Gloucester

There were roses

and pansies

upon the facings

of the coat

133



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



and the waistcoat

was worked

with poppies

and corn-flowers

Everything was

finished except

just one single

cherry-colored

buttonhole

134




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




was wanting

there was pinned

a scrap of paper

with these words--

135




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar




writing ndash

NO MORE TWIST

136



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



he grew quite

stout

and he grew quite

rich

And from then

began the luck

of the Tailor

of Gloucester

137



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



He made

the most

wonderful

waistcoats

for all

the merchants

of Gloucester

138



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Never were seen

such ruffles


and lappets

and for all

the fine gentlemen

of the country

round

139



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so neat

--SO neat--

But his buttonholes


140



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



with crooked

old fingers

and a tailors

thimble

I wonder how they

could be stitched

by an old man

in spectacles

141



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



--SO small

The stitches

of those

buttonholes

were so small

142



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



--they looked

as if they had been

made

by little mice

143



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



The End

144



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar



Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

Kenamar

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