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Mary Goose, in error, has often been called the real Mother Goose. The following describes the folklore surrounding the myth of Boston's Mother Goose, with some of the original ancient nursery rhymes at the bottom. The Goose Family were wealthy landowners in colonial Boston. Mary Goose died in 1690, and was buried at Granary Burying Ground. After Mary's death, Isaac Goose, her widower husband, married Elizabeth Foster of Charlestown, and they had five children. Elizabeth Goose was one of those children.
On June 8th 1715, Thomas Fleet married Elizabeth Goose. Fleet was a prominent printer in Boston, having fled from England during the Queen Anne Riots. They lived in a residence on Pudding Lane (Devonshire Street), which also contained the printing shop. Thomas and Elizabeth then had a son.
Elizabeth (Foster) Goose, "like all good grandmothers, was in ecstasies at the event; she spent her whole time in the nursery, and wandering the house, pouring forth, in not the most melodious strains, the songs and ditties which she had learned in her younger days, greatly to the annoyance of the entire neighborhood—to [Thomas] Fleet in particular, who was a man fond of quiet." After some time, Fleet gave up in attempting to convince his mother-in-law to subdue this behavior, and contrived to document her melodies—as well as from other sources—and publish them in a book.
In about 1720, Fleet first published Mother Goose's Melodies. In 1833, one copy of this book apparently still existed, and was re-published as The Only True Mother Goose. It is due to this book that the myth began that the real Mother Goose was from Boston. What was in reality a compilation from multiple sources got embellished because the woman's name was Goose. Local entrepreneurs have of course publicized Mary Goose for nearly a hundred years.
Thomas Fleet's book was most likely the first use of the Mother Goose pseudonym in English America.
The lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crown —The lion beat the unicorn All about the town.Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown,Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town.
London bridge is broken down, Dance over my Lady Lee,London bridge is broken down, With a gay lady. How shall we build it up again? Dance over my Lady Lee,How shall we build it up again? With a gay lady.
We'll build it up with gravel and stone, Dance over my Lady Lee,We'll build it up with gravel and stone, With a gay lady.
Gravel and stone will be washed away, Dance over my Lady Lee,Gravel and stone will be washed away, With a gay lady.
We'll build it up with iron and steel, Dance over my Lady Lee,We'll build it up with iron and steel, With a gay lady.
Iron and steel will bend and break, Dance over my Lady Lee,Iron and steel will bend and break, With a gay lady.
We'll build it up with silver and gold, Dance over my Lady Lee,We'll build it up with silver and gold, With a gay lady.
We'll set a man to watch it then, Dance over my Lady Lee,We'll set a man to watch it then, With a gay lady.
Suppose the man should fall asleep, Dance over my Lady Lee,Suppose the man should fall asleep, With a gay lady.
We'll put a pipe into his mouth, Dance over my Lady Lee,We'll put a pipe into his mouth, With a gay lady.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her;He put her in a pumpkin shell,And then he kept her very well.Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,Had another and didn't love her;Peter learnt to read and spell,And then he loved her very well.
Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye,Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie;When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing;And wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king?The king was in the parlour, counting out his money;The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey;The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,There came a little blackbird and nipt off her nose.