I'll sing you a song,The days are long,The woodcock and the sparrow;The little dog he has burned his tail,And he must be hanged to-morrow.A DILLER, A DOLLAR.A diller, a dollar,A ten o'clock scholar;What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,But now you come at noon.A PIE SAT ON A PEAR-TREEAPIEsat on a pear-tree,A pie sat on a pear-tree,A pie sat on a pear-tree,Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!Once so merrily hopped she,Twice so merrily hopped she,Thrice so merrily hopped she,Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!THE GIRL IN THE LANEThe girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,Cried gobble, gobble, gobble;The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.THREE MEN IN A TUBRub-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!LITTLE MISS MUFFETLITTLEMiss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;There came a big spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.THE BOY AND THE OWLThere was a little boy went into a field,And lay down on some hay;An owl came out and flew about,And the little boy ran away.COCK ROBIN'S COURTINGCock Robin got up early,At the break of day,And went to Jenny's windowTo sing a roundelay.He sang Cock Robin's loveTo the little Jenny Wren,And when he got unto the end,Then he began again.FOR EVERY EVILFor every evil under the sun,There is a remedy, or there is none.If there be one, seek till you find it;If there be none, never mind it.WHEN I WAS A LITTLE BOYWhen I was a little boy,I washed my mammy's dishes,I put my finger in my eye,And pulled out golden fishes.ANDREWASI was going o'er Westminster Bridge,I met with a Westminster scholar;He pulled off his cap,an' drewoff his glove,And wished me a very good morrow.What is his name?MARY'S CANARYMary had a pretty bird,Feathers bright and yellow;Slender legs—upon my word,He was a pretty fellow.The sweetest note he always sung,Which much delighted Mary;She often, where the cage was hung,Sat hearing her canary.THE CUCKOOIn April,Come he will.In May,He sings all day.In June,He changes his tune.In July,He prepares to fly.In August,Go he must.A SWARM OF BEESA swarm of bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.ROBIN AND RICHARDRobin and Richard were two little men,They did not awake till the clock struck ten;Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky;Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high!They both were ashamed, on such a fine day,When they were wanted to make the new hay.Do you go before, with bottle and bag,I will come after on little Jack nag.THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBINWho killed Cock Robin?'I' said the sparrow"With my bow and arrow,I killed Cock Robin."Who saw him die?'I' said the fly"With my little eye,I saw him die."Who caught his blood?'I' said the fish"With my little dish,I caught his blood."Who'll make his shroud?'I' said the beetle"With my thread and needle,I'll make his shroud."Who'll bear the torch?'I' said the linnet"Will come in a minute,I'll bear the torch."Who'll be the clerk?'I' said the lark"I'll say Amen in the dark;I'll be the clerk."Who'll dig his grave?'I' said the owl"With my spade and trowel,I'll dig his grave."Who'll be the parson?'I' said the rook"With my little bookI'll be the parson."Who'll be chief mourner?'I' said the dove"I mourn for my love;I'll be chief mourner."Who'll sing his dirge?'I' said the thrush"As I sing in a bush,I'll sing his dirge."Who'll carry his coffin?'I' said the kite"If it be in the night,I'll carry his coffin."Who'll toll the bell?'I' said the bull"Because I can pull,I'll toll the bell."The birds of the airFell sighing and sobbingWhen they heard the bell tollFor poor Cock Robin.LADY-BIRD, LADY-BIRDLady-Bird, Lady-Bird, fly away home,Your house is on fire, your children have gone,All but one, that lies under a stone;Fly thee home, Lady-Bird, ere it be gone.THE LOVING BROTHERSI love you well, my little brother,And you are fond of me;Let us be kind to one another,As brothers ought to be.You shall learn to play with me,And learn to use my toys;And then I think that we shall beTwo happy little boys.NOTHING-AT-ALLThere was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,And down at one gulp house and old woman went.FORTUNE-TELLING BY CHERRY-STONESOne, I love; two, I love;Three, I love, I say;Four, I love with all my heart;Five, I cast away;Six, he loves; seven, she loves;Eight, both love;Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;Eleven, he courts; and twelve, he marries.LITTLE BO-PEEPLittle Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them;Let them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,And dreamt she heard them bleating;And when she awoke, she found it a joke,For still they were all fleeting.Then up she took her little crook,Determined for to find them;She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,For they'd left all their tails behind them.It happened one day as Bo-Peep did strayInto a meadow hard by,There she espied their tails side by side,All hung on a tree to dry.She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,And went over hill and dale, oh;And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,To tack to each sheep its tail, oh!TO BED!COMElet's to bed,Says Sleepy-head;Sit up a while, says Slow;Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan,Let's sup before we go.OF GOING TO BEDGo to bed first,A golden purse;Go to bed second,A golden pheasant;Go to bed third,A golden bird.GRACE BEFORE MEATHere a little child I stand,Heaving up my either hand:Cold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat and on us all!THERE WAS A BUTCHERThere was a butcher cut his thumb,When it did bleed, then blood did come.There was a chandler making candle,When he them stript, he did them handle.There was a cobbler clouting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.There was a crow sat on a stone,When he was gone, then there was none.There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.There was a lackey ran a race,When he ran fast, he ran apace.There was a monkey climbed a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.There was a navy went into Spain,When it return'd, it came again.There was an old woman lived under a hill,And if she's not gone, she lives there still.WINTER HAS COMECold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in a morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.MONDAY'S CHILDMONDAY'Schild is fair of face,Tuesday's child is full of grace,Wednesday's child is full of woe,Thursday's child has far to go,Friday's child is loving and giving,Saturday's child works hard for its living,But the child that is born on the Sabbath dayIs bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.JACK AND JILLJack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water.Jack fell down, and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.Then up Jack got up, and off did trot,As fast as he could caper,To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob,With vinegar and brown paper.CHARLEY, CHARLEYCHARLEY,Charley, stole the barleyOut of the baker's shop,The baker came out and gave him a clout,Which made poor Charley hop.THE PIPER'S COWThere was a piper had a cow,And he had nought to give her;He pulled out his pipe, and played her a tune,And bade the cow consider.The cow considered very well,And gave the piper a penny,And bade him play the other tune—"Corn rigs are bonny."SHAVE A PIGBarber, barber, shave a pig,How many hairs will make a wig?"Four and twenty, that's enough,"Give the barber a pinch of snuff.TONGSLONGlegs, crooked thighs,Little head, and no eyes.GOING TO ST. IVESAs I was going to St. IvesI met a man with seven wives;Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?MERRY ARE THE BELLSMerry are the bells, and merry would they ring;Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose;Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!Merry have we met, and merry have we been;Merry let us part, and merry meet again;With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!MORE ABOUT JACK JINGLENOWwhat do you thinkOf little Jack Jingle?Before he was marriedHe used to live single.ROBIN, THE BOBBINRobin, the Bobbin, the bouncing Ben,He ate more meat than fourscore men;He ate a cow, he ate a calf,He ate a butcher and a half;He ate a church, he ate a steeple,He ate the priest, and all the people!ALL FOR WANT OF A NAILFor want of a nail, the shoe was lost,For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,For want of the horse, the rider was lost,For want of the rider, the battle was lost,For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,And all for the want of a horse-shoe nail!CURLY LOCKSCURLY LOCKS! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!ST. VALENTINE'S DAYGood morrow to you, Valentine!Curl your locks as I do mine;Two before and three behind;Good morrow to you, Valentine!THE KING OF FRANCETHEKing of France went up the hill,WITHtwenty thousand men;The King of France came down the hill,And ne'er went up again.THE LATEST NEWSWhat is the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloon is gone up to the moon!THE LIGHT-HEARTED FAIRYOh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?He dances and singsTo the sound of his wings,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?His nectar he sipsFrom a primrose's lips,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?His night is the noon,And his sun is the moon,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!I LIKE LITTLE PUSSYILIKElittle 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.PUNCH AND JUDYPunch and JudyFought for a pie,Punch gave JudyA knock in the eye.Says Punch to Judy,"Will you have any more?"Says Judy to Punch,"My eye is too sore."THE OBSTINATE PIGANold woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence."What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig."As she was coming home she came to a stile; but Piggy would not go over the stile.SHEwent a little farther and she met a dog.So she said to the dog:"Dog, dog, bite pig!Piggy won't get over the stile;And I sha'n't get home to-night."
I'll sing you a song,The days are long,The woodcock and the sparrow;The little dog he has burned his tail,And he must be hanged to-morrow.
A diller, a dollar,A ten o'clock scholar;What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,But now you come at noon.
A diller, a dollar,A ten o'clock scholar;What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,But now you come at noon.
APIEsat on a pear-tree,A pie sat on a pear-tree,A pie sat on a pear-tree,Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!Once so merrily hopped she,Twice so merrily hopped she,Thrice so merrily hopped she,Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
APIEsat on a pear-tree,A pie sat on a pear-tree,A pie sat on a pear-tree,Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!Once so merrily hopped she,Twice so merrily hopped she,Thrice so merrily hopped she,Heigh O, heigh O, heigh O!
The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,Cried gobble, gobble, gobble;The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,Cried gobble, gobble, gobble;
The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
Rub-a-dub-dub,Three men in a tub;And who do you think they be?
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!
The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
LITTLEMiss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;There came a big spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.
LITTLEMiss Muffet,She sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;There came a big spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.
There was a little boy went into a field,And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,And the little boy ran away.
Cock Robin got up early,At the break of day,And went to Jenny's windowTo sing a roundelay.He sang Cock Robin's loveTo the little Jenny Wren,And when he got unto the end,Then he began again.
Cock Robin got up early,At the break of day,And went to Jenny's windowTo sing a roundelay.
He sang Cock Robin's loveTo the little Jenny Wren,And when he got unto the end,Then he began again.
For every evil under the sun,There is a remedy, or there is none.If there be one, seek till you find it;If there be none, never mind it.
For every evil under the sun,There is a remedy, or there is none.If there be one, seek till you find it;If there be none, never mind it.
When I was a little boy,I washed my mammy's dishes,I put my finger in my eye,And pulled out golden fishes.
When I was a little boy,I washed my mammy's dishes,I put my finger in my eye,And pulled out golden fishes.
ASI was going o'er Westminster Bridge,I met with a Westminster scholar;He pulled off his cap,an' drewoff his glove,And wished me a very good morrow.What is his name?
ASI was going o'er Westminster Bridge,I met with a Westminster scholar;He pulled off his cap,an' drewoff his glove,And wished me a very good morrow.What is his name?
Mary had a pretty bird,Feathers bright and yellow;Slender legs—upon my word,He was a pretty fellow.The sweetest note he always sung,Which much delighted Mary;She often, where the cage was hung,Sat hearing her canary.
In April,Come he will.In May,He sings all day.In June,He changes his tune.In July,He prepares to fly.In August,Go he must.
In April,Come he will.
In May,He sings all day.
In June,He changes his tune.
In July,He prepares to fly.
In August,Go he must.
A swarm of bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.
A swarm of bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.
Robin and Richard were two little men,They did not awake till the clock struck ten;Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky;Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high!They both were ashamed, on such a fine day,When they were wanted to make the new hay.Do you go before, with bottle and bag,I will come after on little Jack nag.
Robin and Richard were two little men,They did not awake till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky;Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high!
They both were ashamed, on such a fine day,When they were wanted to make the new hay.
Do you go before, with bottle and bag,I will come after on little Jack nag.
Who killed Cock Robin?'I' said the sparrow"With my bow and arrow,I killed Cock Robin."Who saw him die?'I' said the fly"With my little eye,I saw him die."Who caught his blood?'I' said the fish"With my little dish,I caught his blood."Who'll make his shroud?'I' said the beetle"With my thread and needle,I'll make his shroud."Who'll bear the torch?'I' said the linnet"Will come in a minute,I'll bear the torch."Who'll be the clerk?'I' said the lark"I'll say Amen in the dark;I'll be the clerk."Who'll dig his grave?'I' said the owl"With my spade and trowel,I'll dig his grave."Who'll be the parson?'I' said the rook"With my little bookI'll be the parson."Who'll be chief mourner?'I' said the dove"I mourn for my love;I'll be chief mourner."Who'll sing his dirge?'I' said the thrush"As I sing in a bush,I'll sing his dirge."Who'll carry his coffin?'I' said the kite"If it be in the night,I'll carry his coffin."Who'll toll the bell?'I' said the bull"Because I can pull,I'll toll the bell."The birds of the airFell sighing and sobbingWhen they heard the bell tollFor poor Cock Robin.
Who killed Cock Robin?'I' said the sparrow"With my bow and arrow,I killed Cock Robin."
Who saw him die?'I' said the fly"With my little eye,I saw him die."
Who caught his blood?'I' said the fish"With my little dish,I caught his blood."
Who'll make his shroud?'I' said the beetle"With my thread and needle,I'll make his shroud."
Who'll bear the torch?'I' said the linnet"Will come in a minute,I'll bear the torch."
Who'll be the clerk?'I' said the lark"I'll say Amen in the dark;I'll be the clerk."
Who'll dig his grave?'I' said the owl"With my spade and trowel,I'll dig his grave."
Who'll be the parson?'I' said the rook"With my little bookI'll be the parson."
Who'll be chief mourner?'I' said the dove"I mourn for my love;I'll be chief mourner."
Who'll sing his dirge?'I' said the thrush"As I sing in a bush,I'll sing his dirge."
Who'll carry his coffin?'I' said the kite"If it be in the night,I'll carry his coffin."
Who'll toll the bell?'I' said the bull"Because I can pull,I'll toll the bell."
The birds of the airFell sighing and sobbingWhen they heard the bell tollFor poor Cock Robin.
Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird, fly away home,Your house is on fire, your children have gone,All but one, that lies under a stone;Fly thee home, Lady-Bird, ere it be gone.
Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird, fly away home,Your house is on fire, your children have gone,All but one, that lies under a stone;Fly thee home, Lady-Bird, ere it be gone.
I love you well, my little brother,And you are fond of me;Let us be kind to one another,As brothers ought to be.You shall learn to play with me,And learn to use my toys;And then I think that we shall beTwo happy little boys.
There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
One, I love; two, I love;Three, I love, I say;Four, I love with all my heart;Five, I cast away;Six, he loves; seven, she loves;Eight, both love;Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;Eleven, he courts; and twelve, he marries.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them;Let them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,And dreamt she heard them bleating;And when she awoke, she found it a joke,For still they were all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,Determined for to find them;
Then up she took her little crook,Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,For they'd left all their tails behind them.It happened one day as Bo-Peep did strayInto a meadow hard by,There she espied their tails side by side,All hung on a tree to dry.
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,For they'd left all their tails behind them.
It happened one day as Bo-Peep did strayInto a meadow hard by,There she espied their tails side by side,All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,And went over hill and dale, oh;And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,To tack to each sheep its tail, oh!
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,And went over hill and dale, oh;And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,To tack to each sheep its tail, oh!
COMElet's to bed,Says Sleepy-head;Sit up a while, says Slow;Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan,Let's sup before we go.
Go to bed first,A golden purse;
Go to bed second,A golden pheasant;
Go to bed third,A golden bird.
Here a little child I stand,Heaving up my either hand:Cold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat and on us all!
Here a little child I stand,Heaving up my either hand:Cold as paddocks though they be,Here I lift them up to Thee,For a benison to fallOn our meat and on us all!
There was a butcher cut his thumb,When it did bleed, then blood did come.
There was a butcher cut his thumb,When it did bleed, then blood did come.
There was a chandler making candle,When he them stript, he did them handle.
There was a chandler making candle,When he them stript, he did them handle.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon,When they were mended, they were done.
There was a crow sat on a stone,When he was gone, then there was none.
There was a crow sat on a stone,When he was gone, then there was none.
There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.
There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still.
There was a lackey ran a race,When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a lackey ran a race,When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a monkey climbed a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a monkey climbed a tree,When he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a navy went into Spain,When it return'd, it came again.
There was a navy went into Spain,When it return'd, it came again.
There was an old woman lived under a hill,And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
There was an old woman lived under a hill,And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in a morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.
Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in a morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.
MONDAY'Schild is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
But the child that is born on the Sabbath dayIs bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Then up Jack got up, and off did trot,As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob,With vinegar and brown paper.
CHARLEY,Charley, stole the barleyOut of the baker's shop,The baker came out and gave him a clout,Which made poor Charley hop.
CHARLEY,Charley, stole the barleyOut of the baker's shop,The baker came out and gave him a clout,Which made poor Charley hop.
There was a piper had a cow,And he had nought to give her;He pulled out his pipe, and played her a tune,And bade the cow consider.
The cow considered very well,And gave the piper a penny,And bade him play the other tune—"Corn rigs are bonny."
Barber, barber, shave a pig,How many hairs will make a wig?"Four and twenty, that's enough,"Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
Barber, barber, shave a pig,How many hairs will make a wig?"Four and twenty, that's enough,"Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
LONGlegs, crooked thighs,Little head, and no eyes.
LONGlegs, crooked thighs,Little head, and no eyes.
As I was going to St. IvesI met a man with seven wives;Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?
As I was going to St. IvesI met a man with seven wives;Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits.Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?
Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose;Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!Merry have we met, and merry have we been;Merry let us part, and merry meet again;With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose;Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
Merry have we met, and merry have we been;Merry let us part, and merry meet again;With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
NOWwhat do you thinkOf little Jack Jingle?Before he was marriedHe used to live single.
NOWwhat do you thinkOf little Jack Jingle?Before he was marriedHe used to live single.
Robin, the Bobbin, the bouncing Ben,He ate more meat than fourscore men;He ate a cow, he ate a calf,He ate a butcher and a half;He ate a church, he ate a steeple,He ate the priest, and all the people!
For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,For want of the horse, the rider was lost,For want of the rider, the battle was lost,For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,And all for the want of a horse-shoe nail!
For want of a nail, the shoe was lost,For want of the shoe, the horse was lost,For want of the horse, the rider was lost,For want of the rider, the battle was lost,For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,And all for the want of a horse-shoe nail!
CURLY LOCKS! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
CURLY LOCKS! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
Good morrow to you, Valentine!Curl your locks as I do mine;Two before and three behind;Good morrow to you, Valentine!
Good morrow to you, Valentine!Curl your locks as I do mine;
Two before and three behind;Good morrow to you, Valentine!
THEKing of France went up the hill,
WITHtwenty thousand men;The King of France came down the hill,
And ne'er went up again.
What is the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray?They say the balloon is gone up to the moon!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?He dances and singsTo the sound of his wings,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?His nectar he sipsFrom a primrose's lips,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?His night is the noon,And his sun is the moon,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?He dances and singsTo the sound of his wings,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?His nectar he sipsFrom a primrose's lips,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?His night is the noon,And his sun is the moon,With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
ILIKElittle 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.
ILIKElittle 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.
Punch and JudyFought for a pie,Punch gave JudyA knock in the eye.Says Punch to Judy,"Will you have any more?"Says Judy to Punch,"My eye is too sore."
Punch and JudyFought for a pie,Punch gave JudyA knock in the eye.
Says Punch to Judy,"Will you have any more?"Says Judy to Punch,"My eye is too sore."
ANold woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked sixpence.
"What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to market, and buy a little pig."
As she was coming home she came to a stile; but Piggy would not go over the stile.
SHEwent a little farther and she met a dog.
So she said to the dog:"Dog, dog, bite pig!Piggy won't get over the stile;And I sha'n't get home to-night."