The Alphabet.A B C D EF G H I JK L M N OP Q R S TU V W XY Za b c d e f g hi j k l m n op q r s t u vw x y z
The Alphabet.A B C D EF G H I JK L M N OP Q R S TU V W XY Za b c d e f g hi j k l m n op q r s t u vw x y z
The Alphabet.A B C D EF G H I JK L M N OP Q R S TU V W XY Za b c d e f g hi j k l m n op q r s t u vw x y z
Bow, wow, wow,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog—Whose dog art thou?
Bow, wow, wow,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog—Whose dog art thou?
Bow, wow, wow,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog—Whose dog art thou?
Bow, wow, wow,
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog—
Whose dog art thou?
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl;
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,The beggars have come to town;Some in rags, and some in tags,And some in velvet gowns.
Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,The beggars have come to town;Some in rags, and some in tags,And some in velvet gowns.
Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,The beggars have come to town;Some in rags, and some in tags,And some in velvet gowns.
Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig, and away he run;The pig was eat,And Tom was beat,And Tom ran crying down the street.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig, and away he run;The pig was eat,And Tom was beat,And Tom ran crying down the street.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig, and away he run;The pig was eat,And Tom was beat,And Tom ran crying down the street.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run;
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.
I had a little hobby horse,And it was dapple gray;His head was made of oat-straw,His tail was made of clay.He could amble, he could trot,He could carry a mustard-potThrough the town of Woodstock,Hey, boys, hey!
I had a little hobby horse,And it was dapple gray;His head was made of oat-straw,His tail was made of clay.He could amble, he could trot,He could carry a mustard-potThrough the town of Woodstock,Hey, boys, hey!
I had a little hobby horse,And it was dapple gray;His head was made of oat-straw,His tail was made of clay.He could amble, he could trot,He could carry a mustard-potThrough the town of Woodstock,Hey, boys, hey!
I had a little hobby horse,
And it was dapple gray;
His head was made of oat-straw,
His tail was made of clay.
He could amble, he could trot,
He could carry a mustard-pot
Through the town of Woodstock,
Hey, boys, hey!
Rain, rain, go away,Come again, April day;Little Johnny wants to playIn the meadow on the hay.
Rain, rain, go away,Come again, April day;Little Johnny wants to playIn the meadow on the hay.
Rain, rain, go away,Come again, April day;Little Johnny wants to playIn the meadow on the hay.
Rain, rain, go away,
Come again, April day;
Little Johnny wants to play
In the meadow on the hay.
The little black dog ran round the house,And set the bull a roaring,And drove the monkey to the boat,Who set the oars a rowing,And scar'd the cock upon the rock,Who cracked his throat with crowing.
The little black dog ran round the house,And set the bull a roaring,And drove the monkey to the boat,Who set the oars a rowing,And scar'd the cock upon the rock,Who cracked his throat with crowing.
The little black dog ran round the house,And set the bull a roaring,And drove the monkey to the boat,Who set the oars a rowing,And scar'd the cock upon the rock,Who cracked his throat with crowing.
The little black dog ran round the house,
And set the bull a roaring,
And drove the monkey to the boat,
Who set the oars a rowing,
And scar'd the cock upon the rock,
Who cracked his throat with crowing.
Ding dong bell, the cat's in the well.Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out? Great Jack Stout.What a naughty boy was that,To drown poor pussy cat,Who never did him any harm,And killed the mice in his father's barn.
Ding dong bell, the cat's in the well.Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out? Great Jack Stout.What a naughty boy was that,To drown poor pussy cat,Who never did him any harm,And killed the mice in his father's barn.
Ding dong bell, the cat's in the well.Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.Who pulled her out? Great Jack Stout.What a naughty boy was that,To drown poor pussy cat,Who never did him any harm,And killed the mice in his father's barn.
Ding dong bell, the cat's in the well.
Who put her in? Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out? Great Jack Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
And killed the mice in his father's barn.
Little lad, little lad,Where were you born?Far off in Lancaster, under a thorn.I'm the stoutest boy you ever did see,I can carry a pocket-book bigger than me.
Little lad, little lad,Where were you born?Far off in Lancaster, under a thorn.I'm the stoutest boy you ever did see,I can carry a pocket-book bigger than me.
Little lad, little lad,Where were you born?Far off in Lancaster, under a thorn.I'm the stoutest boy you ever did see,I can carry a pocket-book bigger than me.
Little lad, little lad,
Where were you born?
Far off in Lancaster, under a thorn.
I'm the stoutest boy you ever did see,
I can carry a pocket-book bigger than me.
How many miles to Babylon?Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again.
How many miles to Babylon?Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again.
How many miles to Babylon?Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?Yes, and back again.
How many miles to Babylon?
Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again.