posted on Jul, 16 2003 @ 08:13 AM
History of nursery rhymes
Everyone grew up with the well-known set of nursery rhymes, such as Jack and Jill, or Peter Peter, Pumpkin Eater, and all the others. The visual
imagery invoked by these stories is vivid, such as three blind mice running away from a madwoman with a knife, while Jack made a wild leap over a
flaming candle. Best of all for wild imagery, however, would have to be Hey Diddle Diddle.
But these nursery rhymes, most of them, came from historical events or situations. Most of the most popular ones came from British politics, in fact,
and were invented as a way of spreading gossip about royalty. And while these rumors and stories have no bearing on our lives anymore, the rhymes they
produced have lived on in our lives.
Mind you, a lot of these histories are subject to interpretation. Every rumor about where a story came from is just that, another rumor. You may have
heard different stories of where these started, and you may be right.
Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater,
Had a wife and couldn�t keep her,
Put her in a pumpkin shell,
And there he kept her, very well.
My personal favorite. Peter was a poor man who had an unfaithful wife. She kept cheating on him (couldn�t keep her), so he had to find a way to stop
her running around. His solution, fairly common in the middle ages, was a chastity belt (pumpkin shell). For those who don�t know, a chastity belt is
roughly a pair of metal underwear with lock and key, so that no one could enter the private region of the woman except whoever held the key, usually
her husband. And as the rhyme goes, once her put her in that belt, he kept her very well.
Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub;
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker;
Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
I like this one. Why would these three men be sharing a bath? Latent homosexuality, maybe? Not enough water for three individual baths? No, this is a
case of not hearing the whole joke, just the punchline. The part of the story we aren�t getting was the setting. A fair side-show, where three young,
beautiful women were sitting in a bath-tub, entertaining a mostly male audience, when three of the men jumped up and climbed in with the girls, to be
promptly thrown out again by the fair manager. Just three, horny, working folk.
The other version went as follows:-
Hey rub-a-dub,
Ho rub-a-dub,
Three maids in a tub,
And who do you think was there?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick maker;
And all of them gone to the fair.
Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack jump over,
The candlestick,
This one doesn�t have any intrigue or politics in it, just part of a celebration. A wedding celebration, in fact. During the festivities, a candle was
set up, and people took turns trying to jump over the candle. If you extinguished the flame, you were due for a year of bad luck, but if the candle
remained lit, a year of good luck was to follow. Of course, another part of wedding celebrations was drinking alcohol, so the people who got really
drunk would likely be the people stuck with the bad luck.
As you can see, almost every nursery rhyme has a story behind it. Humpty Dumpty was actually King Richard III, and the famous farmer�s wife from the
Three Blind Mice was supposedly Queen Mary I. Baa Baa Black Sheep was about taxation, and The Old Woman Who Lived In a Shoe was referring to the
British Empire trying to control its colonies.
Yet children year after year recite these stories, not knowing the original joke or gossip hidden within, not really caring is Jack Sprat was King
Charles I. The fake stories that we invent for the rhyme now are much more fun, anyway.
Some more nursary rhymes from my childhood.
All Around The Mulberry Bush
All around the mulberry bush
The monkey chased the weasel.
The monkey thought 'twas all in fun.
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle.
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Up and down the City Road,
In and out of the Eagle,
That's the way the money goes.
Pop! goes the weasel.
Half a pound of tuppenny rice,,
Half a pound of treacle,
Mix it up and make it nice,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Ten little Indians
One little, two little, three little Indians
Four little, five little, six little Indians
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
Ten little Indian boys.
Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians
Seven little, six little, five little Indians
Four little, three little, two little Indians
One little Indian boy.
I love little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And If I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.