IN MARBLE HALLS

Hush-a-bye, baby,On the tree top,When the wind blows,The cradle will rock;When the bough breaks,The cradle will fall,Down tumbles baby,Cradle, and all.IN MARBLE HALLSINmarble halls as white as milk,Lined with a skin as soft as silk;Within a fountain crystal clear,A golden apple doth appear;No doors there are to this stronghold,Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.JACK SPRAT'S PIGJack Sprat had a pig, who was not very little,Nor yet very big;He was not very lean, he was not very fat;He'll do well for a grunt,Says little Jack Sprat.ROBIN-A-BOBINRobin-a-BobinBent his bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.BANDY-LEGSAs I was going to sell my eggs,I met a man with bandy legs;Bandy legs and crooked toes,I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.A APPLE PIEA Apple PieA was an apple pie.B bit it.C cut it.D dealt it.E eat it.F fought for it.G got it.H had it.J joined it.K kept it.L longed for it.M mourned for it.N nodded for it.O opened it.P peeped in it.Q quartered it.R ran for it.S stole for it.T took it.V viewed it.W wanted it.X Y and Z all wished a piece of it.THE PUMPKIN EATERPeter, Peter, pumpkin eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her;He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.HUSH-A-BYE, BABYHush-a-bye, baby,Daddy is near;Mamma is a lady,And that's very clear.BIRDS OF A FEATHERBIRDSof a feather flock together,And so will pigs and swine;Rats and mice will have their choice,And so will I have mine.COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOh, my pretty cock! Oh, my handsome cock!I pray you, do not crow before day,And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,And your wings of the silver so gray.HUSH, BABY, MY DOLLYHush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and by;Or perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.I HAD A LITTLE PONYIHADa little ponyHis name was Dapple-Grey,I lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away.She whipped him, she lashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.SNAILSnail, snail, come out of your hole,Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.Snail, snail, put out your horns,Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.MY LADY WINDMy lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the keyhole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.And then one night, when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind!LITTLE JENNY WRENASlittle Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed,She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head.She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head,As little Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed.POOR ROBINThe north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?Poor thing!He'll sit in a barn,And to keep himself warmWill hide his head under his wing.Poor thing!PUSSY CATPussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?I've been up to London to look at the queen.Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under the chair.DANCE, LITTLE BABYDance, little Baby, dance up high,Never mind, Baby, Mother is by;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There, little Baby, there you go;Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,Backwards and forwards, round and round;Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!OF WASHINGThey that wash on Friday, wash in need;And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.DICKERY, DICKERY, DAREDickery, dickery, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon brought him down,Dickery, dickery, dare.THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILTThis is the house that Jack built.THISis the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the farmer sowing his corn,That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.A FROG HE WOULD AWOOING GOA frog he would a-wooing go,Heigho! says Rowley,Whether his mother would let him or no.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.So off he set with his opera hat,Heigho! says Rowley,And on the road he met with a rat.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me?"Heigho! says Rowley,"Kind Mistress Mousey for to see!"With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.When they reached the door of Mousey's hall,Heigho! says Rowley,They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Pray, Mistress Mouse, are you within?"Heigho! says Rowley;"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Pray, Mistress Mouse, will you give us some beer?"Heigho! says Rowley,"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?"Heigho! says Rowley;"But let it be something that's not very long."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Indeed, Mistress Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,Heigho! says Rowley,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,Heigho! says Rowley,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.But while they were all a merry-making,Heigho! says Rowley,A cat with her kittens came tumbling in.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.The cat she seized the rat by the crown,Heigho! says Rowley,The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,Heigho! says Rowley;He took up his hat and he wished them good-night.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,Heigho! says Rowley,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.So there was an end of one, two, and three,Heigho! says Rowley,The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.THE MOUSE AND THE MILLERThere was an old womanLived under a hill,She put a mouse in a bag,And sent it to mill;The miller did swearBy the point of his knife,He never took tollOf a mouse in his life!LITTLE BETTY BLUELittle Betty BlueLost her holiday shoe,What shall little Betty do?Buy her anotherTo match the other,And then she'll walk upon two.OF THE CUTTING OF NAILSCUTthem on Monday, you cut them for health;Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;Cut them on Sunday, and you will have ill fortune all through the week.THE ORANGE STEALERDingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,She stole oranges, I'm afraid;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,She stole oranges, I do believe.I LOVE SIXPENCEILOVEsixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,I love sixpence as my life;I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,I took a penny home to my wife.I love fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence,I love fourpence as my life;I spent two pence of it, I spent two pence of it,And I took two pence home to my wife.I love nothing, a jolly, jolly nothing,I love nothing as my life;I spent nothing of it, I spent nothing of it,I took nothing home to my wife.DIDDLEY-DIDDLEY-DUMPTYDIDDLEY-DIDDLEY-DUMPTY,The cat ran up the plum-tree,Half a crownTo fetch her down,Diddley-diddley-dumpty.SAMMY SOAPSUDSWhen little Sammy SoapsudsWent out to take a ride,In looking over London Bridge,He fell into the tide.His parents never having taughtTheir loving Sam to swim,The tide soon got the mastery,And made an end of him.THE ROSE IS REDThe rose is red, the violet blue,The gilly flower sweet, and so are you.These are the words you bade me sayFor a pair of new gloves on Easter Day.THE WINDWhen the wind is in the East,'Tis neither good for man nor beast;When the wind is in the North,The skilful fisher goes not forth;When the wind is in the South,It blows the bait in the fish's mouth;When the wind is in the West,Then 'tis at the very best.A WARNINGTHErobin and the red-breast,The robin and the wren;If ye take from their nest,Ye'll never thrive again!The robin and the red-breast,The martin and the swallow;If ye touch one of their eggs,Bad luck will surely follow.FINGERS AND TOESEvery lady in this landHas twenty nails upon each handFive and twenty on hands and feet.All this is true, without deceit.COCK-CROWCOCKScrow in the mornTo tell us to rise,And he who lies lateWill never be wise;For early to bedAnd early to rise,Is the way to be healthyAnd wealthy and wise.MY MAID MARYMy maid Mary she minds the dairy,While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.ROBIN AND WRENThe Robin and the WrenFought about the parritch-pan;And ere the Robin got a spoon,The Wren had ate the parritch down.BUY ME A MILKING-PAILBUYme a milking-pail,Mother, mother.""Betsy's gone a-milking,Beautiful daughter.""Sell my father's feather-bed,Mother, mother.""Where will your father lie,Beautiful daughter?""Put him in the boys' bed,Mother, mother.""Where will the boys lie,Beautiful daughter?""Put them in the pigs' stye,Mother, mother.""Where will the pigs lie,Beautiful daughter?""Put them in the salting-tub,Mother, mother.Put them in the salting-tub,Mother, mother."HUMPTY-DUMPTYHUMPTY-DUMPTYsat on a wall,Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;Threescore men, and threescore more,Cannot place Humpty-Dumpty as he was before.WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?What are little boys made of, made of?What are little boys made of?Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;That's what little boys are made of, made of.What are little girls made of, made of?What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice, and all things nice,That's what little girls are made of, made of.THERE WAS A LITTLE MANTHEREwas a little man, and he had a little gun,And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead.He shot Johnny Sprig through the middle of his wig,And knocked it right off his head, head, head.A MEDLEYONChristmas Eve I turned the spit,I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;The cock sparrow flew over the table,The pot began to play with the ladle;The ladle stood up like a naked man,And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan;The frying-pan behind the doorSaid he never saw the like before;And the kitchen clock I was going to windSaid he never saw the like behind.THE WISE MEN OF GOTHAMThree wise men of GothamThey went to sea in a bowl;And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.TO THE BIRDSAWAY, birds, away!Take a little, and leave a little,And do not come again;For if you do,I will shoot you through,And there is an end of you.HEY! DIDDLE, DIDDLE

Hush-a-bye, baby,On the tree top,When the wind blows,The cradle will rock;When the bough breaks,The cradle will fall,Down tumbles baby,Cradle, and all.

Hush-a-bye, baby,On the tree top,When the wind blows,The cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks,The cradle will fall,Down tumbles baby,Cradle, and all.

INmarble halls as white as milk,Lined with a skin as soft as silk;Within a fountain crystal clear,A golden apple doth appear;No doors there are to this stronghold,Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

INmarble halls as white as milk,Lined with a skin as soft as silk;

Within a fountain crystal clear,A golden apple doth appear;

No doors there are to this stronghold,Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.

Jack Sprat had a pig, who was not very little,Nor yet very big;He was not very lean, he was not very fat;He'll do well for a grunt,Says little Jack Sprat.

Robin-a-BobinBent his bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.

As I was going to sell my eggs,I met a man with bandy legs;Bandy legs and crooked toes,I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

A Apple Pie

A was an apple pie.

B bit it.

C cut it.

D dealt it.

E eat it.

F fought for it.

G got it.

H had it.

J joined it.

K kept it.

L longed for it.

M mourned for it.

N nodded for it.

O opened it.

P peeped in it.

Q quartered it.

R ran for it.

S stole for it.

T took it.

V viewed it.

W wanted it.

X Y and Z all wished a piece of it.

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her;He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.

Hush-a-bye, baby,Daddy is near;Mamma is a lady,And that's very clear.

BIRDSof a feather flock together,And so will pigs and swine;Rats and mice will have their choice,And so will I have mine.

Oh, my pretty cock! Oh, my handsome cock!I pray you, do not crow before day,And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,And your wings of the silver so gray.

Hush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,And I'll give you some bread and some milk by and by;Or perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.

IHADa little ponyHis name was Dapple-Grey,I lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away.She whipped him, she lashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.

Snail, snail, come out of your hole,Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.Snail, snail, put out your horns,Here comes a thief to pull down your walls.

My lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the keyhole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.And then one night, when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind!

My lady Wind, my lady Wind,Went round about the house to findA chink to get her foot in:She tried the keyhole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor,And drove the chimney soot in.

And then one night, when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark,That all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane,And White Cross folks were smothered.

And thus when once, my little dears,A whisper reaches itching ears,The same will come, you'll find:Take my advice, restrain the tongue,Remember what old nurse has sungOf busy lady Wind!

ASlittle Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed,She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head.She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head,As little Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed.

ASlittle Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed,She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head.

She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head,As little Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed.

The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then?Poor thing!

He'll sit in a barn,And to keep himself warmWill hide his head under his wing.Poor thing!

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?I've been up to London to look at the queen.Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?I've been up to London to look at the queen.

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

Dance, little Baby, dance up high,Never mind, Baby, Mother is by;Crow and caper, caper and crow,There, little Baby, there you go;Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,Backwards and forwards, round and round;Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!

They that wash on Friday, wash in need;And they that wash on Saturday, oh! they're sluts indeed.

Dickery, dickery, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon brought him down,Dickery, dickery, dare.

This is the house that Jack built.

THISis the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

THISis the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

A frog he would a-wooing go,Heigho! says Rowley,Whether his mother would let him or no.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

So off he set with his opera hat,Heigho! says Rowley,And on the road he met with a rat.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me?"Heigho! says Rowley,"Kind Mistress Mousey for to see!"With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

When they reached the door of Mousey's hall,Heigho! says Rowley,They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mistress Mouse, are you within?"Heigho! says Rowley;"Oh, yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mistress Mouse, will you give us some beer?"Heigho! says Rowley,"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song?"Heigho! says Rowley;"But let it be something that's not very long."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Indeed, Mistress Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,Heigho! says Rowley,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley."Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,Heigho! says Rowley,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Indeed, Mistress Mouse," replied Mr. Frog,Heigho! says Rowley,"A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

"Since you have caught cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said,Heigho! says Rowley,"I'll sing you a song that I have just made."With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

But while they were all a merry-making,Heigho! says Rowley,A cat with her kittens came tumbling in.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.The cat she seized the rat by the crown,Heigho! says Rowley,The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,Heigho! says Rowley;He took up his hat and he wished them good-night.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,Heigho! says Rowley,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.So there was an end of one, two, and three,Heigho! says Rowley,The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

But while they were all a merry-making,Heigho! says Rowley,A cat with her kittens came tumbling in.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown,Heigho! says Rowley,The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright,Heigho! says Rowley;He took up his hat and he wished them good-night.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,Heigho! says Rowley,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.So there was an end of one, two, and three,Heigho! says Rowley,The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

But as Froggy was crossing over a brook,Heigho! says Rowley,A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

So there was an end of one, two, and three,Heigho! says Rowley,The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Frog-gee!With a rowley powley, gammon and spinach,Heigho! says Anthony Rowley.

There was an old womanLived under a hill,She put a mouse in a bag,And sent it to mill;The miller did swearBy the point of his knife,He never took tollOf a mouse in his life!

Little Betty BlueLost her holiday shoe,What shall little Betty do?Buy her anotherTo match the other,And then she'll walk upon two.

CUTthem on Monday, you cut them for health;Cut them on Tuesday, you cut them for wealth;Cut them on Wednesday, you cut them for news;Cut them on Thursday, a pair of new shoes;Cut them on Friday, you cut them for sorrow;Cut them on Saturday, you'll see your true-love to-morrow;Cut them on Sunday, and you will have ill fortune all through the week.

Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,She stole oranges, I'm afraid;Some in her pockets, some in her sleeve,She stole oranges, I do believe.

ILOVEsixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,I love sixpence as my life;I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,I took a penny home to my wife.I love fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence,I love fourpence as my life;I spent two pence of it, I spent two pence of it,And I took two pence home to my wife.I love nothing, a jolly, jolly nothing,I love nothing as my life;I spent nothing of it, I spent nothing of it,I took nothing home to my wife.

ILOVEsixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,I love sixpence as my life;I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,I took a penny home to my wife.

I love fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence,I love fourpence as my life;I spent two pence of it, I spent two pence of it,And I took two pence home to my wife.

I love nothing, a jolly, jolly nothing,I love nothing as my life;I spent nothing of it, I spent nothing of it,I took nothing home to my wife.

DIDDLEY-DIDDLEY-DUMPTY,The cat ran up the plum-tree,Half a crownTo fetch her down,Diddley-diddley-dumpty.

When little Sammy SoapsudsWent out to take a ride,In looking over London Bridge,He fell into the tide.

His parents never having taughtTheir loving Sam to swim,The tide soon got the mastery,And made an end of him.

The rose is red, the violet blue,The gilly flower sweet, and so are you.These are the words you bade me sayFor a pair of new gloves on Easter Day.

The rose is red, the violet blue,The gilly flower sweet, and so are you.

These are the words you bade me sayFor a pair of new gloves on Easter Day.

When the wind is in the East,'Tis neither good for man nor beast;When the wind is in the North,The skilful fisher goes not forth;When the wind is in the South,It blows the bait in the fish's mouth;When the wind is in the West,Then 'tis at the very best.

THErobin and the red-breast,The robin and the wren;

If ye take from their nest,Ye'll never thrive again!

The robin and the red-breast,The martin and the swallow;If ye touch one of their eggs,Bad luck will surely follow.

Every lady in this landHas twenty nails upon each handFive and twenty on hands and feet.All this is true, without deceit.

COCKScrow in the mornTo tell us to rise,And he who lies lateWill never be wise;For early to bedAnd early to rise,Is the way to be healthyAnd wealthy and wise.

COCKScrow in the mornTo tell us to rise,And he who lies lateWill never be wise;

For early to bedAnd early to rise,Is the way to be healthyAnd wealthy and wise.

My maid Mary she minds the dairy,While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;Gaily run the reel and the little spinning-wheel,Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.

The Robin and the WrenFought about the parritch-pan;And ere the Robin got a spoon,The Wren had ate the parritch down.

BUYme a milking-pail,Mother, mother.""Betsy's gone a-milking,Beautiful daughter.""Sell my father's feather-bed,Mother, mother.""Where will your father lie,Beautiful daughter?""Put him in the boys' bed,Mother, mother.""Where will the boys lie,Beautiful daughter?""Put them in the pigs' stye,Mother, mother.""Where will the pigs lie,Beautiful daughter?""Put them in the salting-tub,Mother, mother.Put them in the salting-tub,Mother, mother."

BUYme a milking-pail,Mother, mother.""Betsy's gone a-milking,Beautiful daughter."

"Sell my father's feather-bed,Mother, mother.""Where will your father lie,Beautiful daughter?"

"Put him in the boys' bed,Mother, mother.""Where will the boys lie,Beautiful daughter?"

"Put them in the pigs' stye,Mother, mother.""Where will the pigs lie,Beautiful daughter?"

"Put them in the salting-tub,Mother, mother.Put them in the salting-tub,Mother, mother."

HUMPTY-DUMPTYsat on a wall,Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;Threescore men, and threescore more,Cannot place Humpty-Dumpty as he was before.

HUMPTY-DUMPTYsat on a wall,Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;

Threescore men, and threescore more,Cannot place Humpty-Dumpty as he was before.

What are little boys made of, made of?What are little boys made of?Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;That's what little boys are made of, made of.

What are little girls made of, made of?What are little girls made of?Sugar and spice, and all things nice,That's what little girls are made of, made of.

THEREwas a little man, and he had a little gun,And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead.He shot Johnny Sprig through the middle of his wig,And knocked it right off his head, head, head.

ONChristmas Eve I turned the spit,I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;The cock sparrow flew over the table,The pot began to play with the ladle;The ladle stood up like a naked man,And vowed he'd fight the frying-pan;The frying-pan behind the doorSaid he never saw the like before;And the kitchen clock I was going to windSaid he never saw the like behind.

Three wise men of GothamThey went to sea in a bowl;And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.

AWAY, birds, away!Take a little, and leave a little,And do not come again;For if you do,I will shoot you through,And there is an end of you.

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