Old Mother Widdle Waddle jumpt out of bed,And out at the casement she popt out her head:Crying the house is on fire, the grey goose is dead,And the fox he is come to the town, oh!
Old Mother Widdle Waddle jumpt out of bed,And out at the casement she popt out her head:Crying the house is on fire, the grey goose is dead,And the fox he is come to the town, oh!
There was a mad man and he had a mad wife,And they lived in a mad town:And they had children three at a birth,And mad they were every one.The father was mad, the mother was mad,And the children mad beside;And they all got on a mad horse,And madly they did ride.They rode by night and they rode by day,Yet never a one of them fell;They rode so madly all the way,Till they came to the gates of hell.Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,And gladly let them in:But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry,And let them out again.
There was a mad man and he had a mad wife,And they lived in a mad town:And they had children three at a birth,And mad they were every one.
The father was mad, the mother was mad,And the children mad beside;And they all got on a mad horse,And madly they did ride.
They rode by night and they rode by day,Yet never a one of them fell;They rode so madly all the way,Till they came to the gates of hell.
Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,And gladly let them in:But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry,And let them out again.
In love be I, fifth button high,On velvet runs my courting,Sheer buckram twist, best broadcloth list,I leave for others sporting.From needle, thread, my fingers fled,My heart is set a-throbbing;And no one by, I cross-legg'd sigh,For charming Betsey Bobbin:Betsey Bobbin, Betsey Bobbin,For charming Betsey Bobbin.Her lips so sweet, are velveret,Her eyes do well their duty;Her skin's to me like dimity,The pattern gay of beauty.Her hand squeez'd oft is satin soft,And sets my heart a-throbbing,Her cheeks, O dear, red cassimere,Lord! what a Betsey Bobbin! etc.Her roguish smile can well beguile,Her every look bewitches;Yet never stir, when tacked to her,For Tim will wear the breeches;I've face and mien, am spruce and keen,And though my heart keeps throbbing,There's not, in fine, one man in nine,So fit for Betsey Bobbin, etc.
In love be I, fifth button high,On velvet runs my courting,Sheer buckram twist, best broadcloth list,I leave for others sporting.From needle, thread, my fingers fled,My heart is set a-throbbing;And no one by, I cross-legg'd sigh,For charming Betsey Bobbin:Betsey Bobbin, Betsey Bobbin,For charming Betsey Bobbin.
Her lips so sweet, are velveret,Her eyes do well their duty;Her skin's to me like dimity,The pattern gay of beauty.Her hand squeez'd oft is satin soft,And sets my heart a-throbbing,Her cheeks, O dear, red cassimere,Lord! what a Betsey Bobbin! etc.
Her roguish smile can well beguile,Her every look bewitches;Yet never stir, when tacked to her,For Tim will wear the breeches;I've face and mien, am spruce and keen,And though my heart keeps throbbing,There's not, in fine, one man in nine,So fit for Betsey Bobbin, etc.
If I'd as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend:Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend,I never would cry old chairs to mend.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell,Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell,I never would cry old clothes to sell.
If I'd as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend:Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend,I never would cry old chairs to mend.
If I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell,Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell,I never would cry old clothes to sell.
There was a little boy and a little girlLiv'd in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,Shall I, oh, shall I?Says the little girl to the little boy,What shall we do?Says the little boy to the little girl,I will kiss you.
There was a little boy and a little girlLiv'd in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,Shall I, oh, shall I?
Says the little girl to the little boy,What shall we do?Says the little boy to the little girl,I will kiss you.
There was an old man, and he lived in a wood;And his lazy son Jack would snooze till noon:Nor followed his trade although it was good,With a bill and a stump for making of brooms, green brooms;With a bill and a stump for making of brooms.One morn in a passion, and sore with vexation,He swore he would fire the room,If he did not get up and go to his work,And fall to the cutting of brooms, green brooms, etc.Then Jack he arose and slipt on his clothes,And away to the woods very soon,Where he made up his pack, and put it on his back,Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms? green brooms, etc.
There was an old man, and he lived in a wood;And his lazy son Jack would snooze till noon:Nor followed his trade although it was good,With a bill and a stump for making of brooms, green brooms;With a bill and a stump for making of brooms.
One morn in a passion, and sore with vexation,He swore he would fire the room,If he did not get up and go to his work,And fall to the cutting of brooms, green brooms, etc.
Then Jack he arose and slipt on his clothes,And away to the woods very soon,Where he made up his pack, and put it on his back,Crying, Maids, do you want any brooms? green brooms, etc.
High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,The parliament soldiers are gone to the King;Some with new beavers, some with new bands,The parliament soldiers are all to be hanged.
High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding,The parliament soldiers are gone to the King;Some with new beavers, some with new bands,The parliament soldiers are all to be hanged.
Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor;He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.
Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor;He had a dish and a spoon, and he'd some pewter;He'd linen and woollen, and woollen and linen,A little pig in a string cost him five shilling.
There were two blackbirds set upon a hill,The one named Jack, the other named Gill:Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.
There were two blackbirds set upon a hill,The one named Jack, the other named Gill:Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.
There was a little manAnd he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead:He went to the brook,And he saw a little duck,And he shot it through the head, head, head.He carried it home,To his old wife Joan,And bid her a fire for to make, make, make,To roast the little duck,He'd shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
There was a little manAnd he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead:He went to the brook,And he saw a little duck,And he shot it through the head, head, head.
He carried it home,To his old wife Joan,And bid her a fire for to make, make, make,To roast the little duck,He'd shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.
Betty's gone a-milking, mother, mother;Betty's gone a-milking, dainty fine mother of mine:Then you may go after, daughter, daughter;Then you may go after, dainty fine daughter of mine.Buy me a pair of milk pails, mother, etc.Where's the money to come from, daughter? etc.Pawn my father's feather-bed, mother, etc.Where's your father to lay, daughter? etcLay him in the maid's bed, mother, etc.Where is the maid to lay, daughter? etc.Lay her in the pig-stye, mother, etc.Where are the pigs to lay, daughter? etc.Lay them at the stair-foot, mother, etc.There they will be trod to death, daughter, etc.Lay them by the water-side, mother, etc.There they will be drowned, daughter, etc.Then take a rope and hang yourself, mother, etc.
Betty's gone a-milking, mother, mother;Betty's gone a-milking, dainty fine mother of mine:Then you may go after, daughter, daughter;Then you may go after, dainty fine daughter of mine.
Buy me a pair of milk pails, mother, etc.Where's the money to come from, daughter? etc.
Pawn my father's feather-bed, mother, etc.Where's your father to lay, daughter? etc
Lay him in the maid's bed, mother, etc.Where is the maid to lay, daughter? etc.
Lay her in the pig-stye, mother, etc.Where are the pigs to lay, daughter? etc.
Lay them at the stair-foot, mother, etc.There they will be trod to death, daughter, etc.
Lay them by the water-side, mother, etc.There they will be drowned, daughter, etc.Then take a rope and hang yourself, mother, etc.
Roses are red, diddle, diddle,Lavender's blue:If you will have me, diddle, diddle,I will have you.Lilies are white, diddle, diddle,Rosemary's green;When you are king, diddle, diddle,I will be queen.Call up your men, diddle, diddle,Set them to work;Some to the plough, diddle, diddle,Some to the cart.Some to make hay, diddle, diddle,Some to cut corn;Whilst you and I, diddle, diddle,Keep the bed warm.
Roses are red, diddle, diddle,Lavender's blue:If you will have me, diddle, diddle,I will have you.
Lilies are white, diddle, diddle,Rosemary's green;When you are king, diddle, diddle,I will be queen.
Call up your men, diddle, diddle,Set them to work;Some to the plough, diddle, diddle,Some to the cart.
Some to make hay, diddle, diddle,Some to cut corn;Whilst you and I, diddle, diddle,Keep the bed warm.
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PAGEA diller, a dollar,30A duck and a drake,52A little old man and I fell out,26A man of words and not of deeds,19As I was going to sell my eggs,46As I was going up Pippen hill,44Bah, bah, black sheep,22Barnaby Bright, he was a sharp cur,45Bee baw babby lou, on a tree top,17Bee baw bunting,17Bell horses, bell horses,42Betty's gone a-milking, mother, mother,60Bye, O my baby,18Can you make me a cambrick shirt?,4Cock-a-doodle-doo,29Come, let's to bed,32Cross patch, draw the latch,23Danty baby deddy,47Did you hear of Betty Pringle's pig,16Dickery, dickery dock,44Ding dong bell,11Dingle, dingle doosey,47Doctor Foster was a good man,43Four-and-twenty tailors,26Gay go up and gay go down,37Giles Collins, he said to his old mother,49Girls and boys come out to play,41Goose-a goose-a gander,31Great A, little a,25Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,34Here comes a lusty wooer,9Here stands a fist,25High ding-a-ding, and ho ding-a-ding,58Humpty dumpty sate on a wall,47I am a pretty wench,30I doubt, I doubt,33I had a little husband,35I had a little moppet,35If all the world was apple-pie,45If I'd as much money as I could spend,57I'll sing you a song,14I'll sing you a song,48I'll tell you a story,24I love a sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,52In love be I, fifth button high,55I see the moon, and the moon sees me,29Is John Smith within?,28I will tell my own daddy when he comes home,35Jack and Gill,27Jack Sprat would eat no fat,46John Cook had a little grey mare, he, haw, hum,53John, come sell thy fiddle,31Lady bird, lady bird,31Little bo-peep has lost her sheep,51Little boy-bluet come blow me your horn,47Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born?,26Little brown Betty lived at the Golden Can,45Little Jack Dandy-prat was my first suitor,59Little Jack Horner,30Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?,43Little Tom Tucker,30London Bridge is broken down,5Mistress Mary,24My father he died, but I can't tell you how,53Old Dr. Forster,41Old Father Greybeard,35Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,48Old Mother Niddity-Nod swore by the pudding-bag,45Old Mother Widdle Waddle jumpt out of bed,54Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?,41One-ery, two-ery,40One, two,39O rare Harry Parry,27O that I was where I would be,29O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller,42Patty-cake, patty-cake,22Pillycock, pillycock sate on a hill,46Pussy cat, pussy cat, wilt thou be mine,47Ride a cock horse,28Ride a cock horse to Banbury cross,28Robin and Richard,21Robin, the robin, the high-bellied hen,22Roses are red, diddle, diddle,61Round about, round about,29Says t' auld man tit oak tree,10See-saw, Margery Daw,27See-saw sacaradown,25Shoe the colt,28Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye,13Sing hey diddle diddle,13Sing jig-my-jole, the pudding bowl,42Snail, snail, come out of your hole,42Taffy was a Welchman,34The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,43The cock's on the dunghill a-blowing his horn,44The man in the moon,26The rose is red, the grass is green,43The rose is red, the violets blue,20The rule of the road is a paradox quite,32There was a frog liv'd in a well,1There was a lady all skin and bone,38There was a lady lov'd a swine,3There was a little boy and a little girl,57There was a little guinea-pig,15There was a little man,59There was a mad man, and he had a mad wife,55There was an old man,24There was an old man, and he liv'd in a wood,58There was an old man in a velvet coat,29There was an old woman,33There was an old woman,33There was an old woman, and what do you think?,15There was an old woman had nothing,46There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,27There was an old woman toss'd in a blanket,10There were two birds sat on a stone,14There were two blackbirds set upon a hill,59Three children sliding on the ice,7Three wise men of Gotham,12To make your candles last for aye,33Tom Brown's two little Indian boys, two, etc.,48Tom Thumb the piper's son,45Trip upon trenches, and dance upon dishes,11Up hill and down dale,36Up hill ride me not,32Up street and down street, each window's made of glass,44Up the hill, take care of me,32We are three brethren out of Spain,20We'll go a shooting, says Robin to Bobbin,7We're all dry with drinking on't,16What care I how black I be?,31When I was a batchelor,34Who's there,23Won't be my father's Jack,12Yankey doodle came to town,461, 2, 3, 4, 5,25
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