THE LITTLE MOPPET

Warm September brings the fruit;Sportsmen then begin to shoot.Fresh October brings the pheasant;Then to gather nuts is pleasant.Dull November brings the blast;Then the leaves are whirling fast.Chill December brings the sleet,Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.THE LITTLE MOPPETIHADa little moppet,I put it in my pocket,And fed it with corn and hay,There came a proud beggarAnd swore he would have her,And stole my little moppet away.SIMON BRODIE'S COWSIMONBrodie had a cow;He lost his cow and could not find her;When he had done what man could do,The cow came home and her tail behind her.A CARRION CROWA carrion crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his cloak;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.The tailor he shot and missed his mark,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot his own sow quite through the heart;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,For our old sow is in a swoon,Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.NANNY ETTICOATLITTLENanny Etticoat,In a white petticoatAnd a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.GOOD-FRIDAY SONGHot-cross Buns!Hot-cross Buns!One a penny, two a penny,Hot-cross Buns!Hot-cross Buns!Hot-cross Buns!If ye have no daughters,Give them to your sons.I SAW A SHIP A SAILINGISAWa ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And it was full of pretty thingsFor baby and for me.There were sweetmeats in the cabin,And apples in the hold;The sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold.The four-and-twenty sailorsThat stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white mice,With chains about their necks.The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"ONE, TWO.One, two,Buckle my shoe;Three, four,Knock at the door;Five, six,Pick up sticks;Seven, eight,Lay them straight;Nine, ten,A good fat hen;Eleven, twelve,Who will delve;Thirteen, fourteen,Maids a-courting;Fifteen, sixteen,Maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting;Nineteen, twenty,My plate's empty.LITTLE ROBIN REDBREASTLittle Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree;Up went Pussy cat and down went he.Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can."DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLINGDIDDLEdiddle dumpling, my son John,Went to bed with his breeches on,One stocking off, and one stocking on;Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.MARY, MARYMary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells,and cockle shells,And pretty maidsall of a row.JACK JINGLEJACK JINGLEwent 'prenticeTo make a horse-shoe,He wasted the ironTill it would not do.His master came in,And began for to rail;Says Jack, "the shoe's spoiled,But 't will still make a nail."He tried at the nail,But, chancing to miss,Says, "If it won't make a nail,It shall yet make a hiss."Then into the waterThrew the hot iron, smack!"Hiss!" quoth the iron;"I thought so," says Jack.BETTY WINKLE'S PIGLittle Betty Winkle she had a little pig.It was a little pig, not very big;When he was alive he lived in Clover,But now he's dead, and that's all over.Johnny Winkle heSat down and cried;Betty Winkle sheLay down and died;So there was an end of one, two, and three,Johnny Winkle he,Betty Winkle she,And Piggy Wiggie!THREE BRETHREN OUT OF SPAIN"We are three brethren out of Spain,Come to court your daughter Jane.""My daughter Jane she is too young;She has no skill in a flattering tongue.""Be she young, or be she old,It's for her gold she must be sold;So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day.""Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And rub thy spurs till they be bright.""Of my spurs take you no thought,For in this land they were not bought.So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day.""Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And take the fairest in your sight.""The fairest maid that I can seeIs pretty Nancy; come to me."WHAT CARE I?What care I how black I be?Twenty pounds shall marry me.If twenty won't, forty shall,For I'm my mother's bouncing girl.THE THREE KITTENSTHREElittle kittens lost their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh, Mother dear,We very much fearThat we have lost our mittens!""Lost your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!No, you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"The three little kittens found their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh, Mother dear,See here, see here,See, we have found our mittens!""Put on your mittens,You silly kittens,And you shall have some pie.Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r!""Oh, let us have the pie!Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r!"The three little kittens put on their mittens,And soon ate up the pie;"Oh, Mother dear,We greatly fearThat we have soiled our mittens!""Soiled your mittens!You naughty kittens!"Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!The three little kittens washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;"Oh, Mother dear,Do you not hearThat we have washed our mittens!""Washed your mittens!Oh, you're good kittens!But I smell a rat close by.Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.""We smell a rat close by,Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"THE LADY AND THE SWINEThere was a lady loved a swine,Honey, quoth she,Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?"Hoogh," quoth he.I'll build thee a silver stye,Honey, quoth she;And in it thou shalt lie;"Hoogh!" quoth he.Pinned with a silver pin,Honey, quoth she,That thou mayst go out and in;"Hoogh!" quoth he.Wilt thou now have me,Honey? quoth she;"Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" quoth he,And went his way.THE JOLLY MILLERTHEREwas a jolly miller onceLived on the River Dee.He worked and sang from morn till night,No lark so blithe as he;And this the burden of his songFor ever used to be:"I care for nobody! no, not I!And nobody cares for me!"FEETIKINSFEETIKIN,feetikin,When will ye gang?""When the nichts turn short,And the days turn lang,I'll toddle and gang,Toddle and gang!"TOM THE PIPER'S SONTom, Tom, the piper's son,He learned to play when he was young,But all the tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away".Over the hills, and a great way off,And the wind will blow my top-knot off.Now Tom with his pipe made such a noiseThat he pleased both the girls and boys,And they stopped to hear him play"Over the hills and far away".Tom with his pipe did play with such skillThat those who heard him could never stand still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.As Dolly was milking the cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round",Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke,She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and played them a tune,And the jack-ass's load was lightened full soon.DOCTOR FELLI do not like thee, Doctor Fell;The reason why I cannot tell.But this I know, and know full well,I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.THE FIFTH OF NOVEMBERPLEASEto rememberThe fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot.I see no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.Guy, Guy, Guy,Stick him up on high,Put him on the bonfire,And there let him die.BILLY, BILLYBILLY,Billy, come and play,While the sun shines bright as day.""Yes, my Polly, so I will,For I love to please you still.""Billy, Billy, have you seenSam and Betsy on the green?""Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,Skipping o'er the new-mown grass.""Billy, Billy, come along,And I will sing a pretty song.""O then, Polly, I'll make haste,Not one moment will I waste,But will come and hear you sing,And my fiddle I will bring."MATTHEW, MARK, LUKE, AND JOHNMatthew, Mark, Luke, and John,Bless the bed that I lie on!Four corners to my bed,Five angels there lie spread;Two at my head,Two at my feet,One at my heartMy soul to keep.JOHNNYJohnny shall have a new bonnet,And Johnny shall go to the fair,And Johnny shall have a blue ribbonTo tie up his bonny brown hair.And why may not I love Johnny?And why may not Johnny love me?And why may not I love JohnnyAs well as another body?And here's a leg for a stocking,And here's a foot for a shoe,And he has a kiss for his daddy,And two for his mammy, I trow.And why may not I love Johnny?And why may not Johnny love me?And why may not I love JohnnyAs well as another body?SING, SING!Sing, sing! what shall I sing?The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.Do, do, what shall I do?The cat has bit it quite in two.PETER PIPERPETER PIPERpicked a peck of pickled pepper,A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?NANCY DAWSONNancy Dawson was so fineShe wouldn't get up to serve the swine,She lies in bed till eight or nine,So its oh! poor Nancy Dawson.And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey?She won't get up to feed her swine,And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?LONDON BRIDGELondon Bridge is broken down,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.How shall we build it up again?Dance o'er my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up again with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 't will last for ages long,With a gay lady.MASTER I HAVEMaster I have, and I am his man,Gallop a dreary dun;Master I have, and I am his man,And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;With a heighty gaily gamberally,Higgledy, piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,Gallop a dreary dun.ROCK-A-BY, BABYROCK-A-BY,baby, thy cradle is green;Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.THE FARMER AND HIS DAUGHTERAFARMERwent trotting upon his gray mare,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!A raven cried "croak" and they all tumbled down,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!The mischievous raven flew laughing away,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!A STRANGE SIGHTUpon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree,As full of apples as may be;The little boys of London Town,They run with hooks and pull them down;And then they run from hedge to hedge,Until they come to London Bridge.I'LL TRYTwo Robin Redbreasts built their nestWithin a hollow tree;The hen sat quietly at home,The cock sang merrily;And all the little ones said:"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."One day the sun was warm and bright,And shining in the sky,Cock Robin said: "My little dears,'Tis time you learned to fly;"And all the little young ones said:"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."I know a child, and who she isI'll tell you by and by,When Mamma says "Do this," or "that,"She says "What for?" and "Why?"She'd be a better child by farIf she would say "I'll try."THE FOX AND THE GOOSETHEfox and his wife they had a great strife,They never ate mustard in all their whole life;They ate their meat without fork or knife,And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;The stars they were shining, and all things bright;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's a very fine nightFor me to go through the town, e-ho!"The fox when he came to yonder stile,He lifted his lugs and he listened a while;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's but a short mileFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,Whom should he see but the farmer's drake;"I love you well for your master's sake,And long to be picking your bones, e-ho!"The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "you are very fat,You'll grease my beard and ride on my backFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed,And out of the window she popped her head;"Oh, husband! oh, husband! the geese are all dead,For the fox has been through the town, e-ho!"Then the old man got up in his red cap,And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,And ran through the town, the town, e-ho!When he got to the top of the hill,He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,For joy that he was in safety still,And had got away through the town, e-ho!When the fox came back to his den,He had young ones both nine and ten;"You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,If you bring us such fine meat from the town, e-ho!"WHERE ARE YOU GOING?WHEREare you going to, my pretty maid?""I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.

Warm September brings the fruit;Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant;Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast;Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

IHADa little moppet,I put it in my pocket,And fed it with corn and hay,There came a proud beggarAnd swore he would have her,And stole my little moppet away.

SIMONBrodie had a cow;He lost his cow and could not find her;When he had done what man could do,The cow came home and her tail behind her.

A carrion crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his cloak;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

The tailor he shot and missed his mark,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot his own sow quite through the heart;Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

Wife, bring brandy in a spoon,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,For our old sow is in a swoon,Sing heigh ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do.

LITTLENanny Etticoat,In a white petticoatAnd a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.

Hot-cross Buns!Hot-cross Buns!One a penny, two a penny,Hot-cross Buns!

Hot-cross Buns!Hot-cross Buns!If ye have no daughters,Give them to your sons.

ISAWa ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And it was full of pretty thingsFor baby and for me.There were sweetmeats in the cabin,And apples in the hold;The sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold.The four-and-twenty sailorsThat stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white mice,With chains about their necks.The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"

ISAWa ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And it was full of pretty thingsFor baby and for me.

There were sweetmeats in the cabin,And apples in the hold;The sails were made of silk,And the masts were made of gold.

The four-and-twenty sailorsThat stood between the decks,Were four-and-twenty white mice,With chains about their necks.

The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"

One, two,Buckle my shoe;Three, four,Knock at the door;Five, six,Pick up sticks;Seven, eight,Lay them straight;Nine, ten,A good fat hen;Eleven, twelve,Who will delve;Thirteen, fourteen,Maids a-courting;

One, two,Buckle my shoe;

Three, four,Knock at the door;

Five, six,Pick up sticks;

Seven, eight,Lay them straight;

Nine, ten,A good fat hen;

Eleven, twelve,Who will delve;

Thirteen, fourteen,Maids a-courting;

Fifteen, sixteen,Maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting;Nineteen, twenty,My plate's empty.

Fifteen, sixteen,Maids in the kitchen;

Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting;

Nineteen, twenty,My plate's empty.

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree;Up went Pussy cat and down went he.Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can."

DIDDLEdiddle dumpling, my son John,Went to bed with his breeches on,One stocking off, and one stocking on;Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells,and cockle shells,And pretty maidsall of a row.

JACK JINGLEwent 'prenticeTo make a horse-shoe,He wasted the ironTill it would not do.His master came in,And began for to rail;Says Jack, "the shoe's spoiled,But 't will still make a nail."

He tried at the nail,But, chancing to miss,Says, "If it won't make a nail,It shall yet make a hiss."Then into the waterThrew the hot iron, smack!"Hiss!" quoth the iron;"I thought so," says Jack.

Little Betty Winkle she had a little pig.It was a little pig, not very big;When he was alive he lived in Clover,But now he's dead, and that's all over.Johnny Winkle heSat down and cried;Betty Winkle sheLay down and died;So there was an end of one, two, and three,Johnny Winkle he,Betty Winkle she,And Piggy Wiggie!

"We are three brethren out of Spain,Come to court your daughter Jane.""My daughter Jane she is too young;She has no skill in a flattering tongue.""Be she young, or be she old,It's for her gold she must be sold;So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day.""Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And rub thy spurs till they be bright.""Of my spurs take you no thought,For in this land they were not bought.So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day.""Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And take the fairest in your sight.""The fairest maid that I can seeIs pretty Nancy; come to me."

"We are three brethren out of Spain,Come to court your daughter Jane.""My daughter Jane she is too young;She has no skill in a flattering tongue."

"Be she young, or be she old,It's for her gold she must be sold;So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day."

"Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And rub thy spurs till they be bright.""Of my spurs take you no thought,For in this land they were not bought.So fare you well, my lady gay,We'll call again another day."

"Turn back, turn back, thou scornful knight,And take the fairest in your sight.""The fairest maid that I can seeIs pretty Nancy; come to me."

What care I how black I be?Twenty pounds shall marry me.If twenty won't, forty shall,For I'm my mother's bouncing girl.

THREElittle kittens lost their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh, Mother dear,We very much fearThat we have lost our mittens!"

"Lost your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!No, you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"The three little kittens found their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh, Mother dear,See here, see here,See, we have found our mittens!"

"Lost your mittens!You naughty kittens!Then you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!No, you shall have no pie.Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

The three little kittens found their mittens,And they began to cry,"Oh, Mother dear,See here, see here,See, we have found our mittens!"

"Put on your mittens,You silly kittens,And you shall have some pie.Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r!""Oh, let us have the pie!Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r!"

The three little kittens put on their mittens,And soon ate up the pie;"Oh, Mother dear,We greatly fearThat we have soiled our mittens!"

"Soiled your mittens!You naughty kittens!"Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!The three little kittens washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;"Oh, Mother dear,Do you not hearThat we have washed our mittens!""Washed your mittens!Oh, you're good kittens!But I smell a rat close by.Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.""We smell a rat close by,Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

"Soiled your mittens!You naughty kittens!"Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!Then they began to sigh,Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow!

The three little kittens washed their mittens,And hung them up to dry;"Oh, Mother dear,Do you not hearThat we have washed our mittens!"

"Washed your mittens!Oh, you're good kittens!But I smell a rat close by.Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow.""We smell a rat close by,Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!"

There was a lady loved a swine,Honey, quoth she,Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?"Hoogh," quoth he.I'll build thee a silver stye,Honey, quoth she;And in it thou shalt lie;"Hoogh!" quoth he.Pinned with a silver pin,Honey, quoth she,That thou mayst go out and in;"Hoogh!" quoth he.Wilt thou now have me,Honey? quoth she;"Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" quoth he,And went his way.

There was a lady loved a swine,Honey, quoth she,Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?"Hoogh," quoth he.

I'll build thee a silver stye,Honey, quoth she;And in it thou shalt lie;"Hoogh!" quoth he.

Pinned with a silver pin,Honey, quoth she,That thou mayst go out and in;"Hoogh!" quoth he.

Wilt thou now have me,Honey? quoth she;"Hoogh, hoogh, hoogh!" quoth he,And went his way.

THEREwas a jolly miller onceLived on the River Dee.He worked and sang from morn till night,No lark so blithe as he;And this the burden of his songFor ever used to be:"I care for nobody! no, not I!And nobody cares for me!"

FEETIKIN,feetikin,When will ye gang?""When the nichts turn short,And the days turn lang,I'll toddle and gang,Toddle and gang!"

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,He learned to play when he was young,But all the tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away".Over the hills, and a great way off,And the wind will blow my top-knot off.Now Tom with his pipe made such a noiseThat he pleased both the girls and boys,And they stopped to hear him play"Over the hills and far away".Tom with his pipe did play with such skillThat those who heard him could never stand still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.As Dolly was milking the cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round",Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke,She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and played them a tune,And the jack-ass's load was lightened full soon.

Now Tom with his pipe made such a noiseThat he pleased both the girls and boys,And they stopped to hear him play"Over the hills and far away".

Tom with his pipe did play with such skillThat those who heard him could never stand still;Whenever they heard they began for to dance,Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.

As Dolly was milking the cow one day,Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;So Doll and the cow danced "the Cheshire round",Till the pail was broke, and the milk ran on the ground.

He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,He used his pipe, and she used her legs;She danced about till the eggs were all broke,She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;He took out his pipe and played them a tune,And the jack-ass's load was lightened full soon.

I do not like thee, Doctor Fell;The reason why I cannot tell.But this I know, and know full well,I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.

PLEASEto rememberThe fifth of November,Gunpowder treason and plot.I see no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.Guy, Guy, Guy,Stick him up on high,Put him on the bonfire,And there let him die.

BILLY,Billy, come and play,While the sun shines bright as day.""Yes, my Polly, so I will,For I love to please you still.""Billy, Billy, have you seenSam and Betsy on the green?""Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,Skipping o'er the new-mown grass.""Billy, Billy, come along,And I will sing a pretty song.""O then, Polly, I'll make haste,Not one moment will I waste,

BILLY,Billy, come and play,While the sun shines bright as day."

"Yes, my Polly, so I will,For I love to please you still."

"Billy, Billy, have you seenSam and Betsy on the green?"

"Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,Skipping o'er the new-mown grass."

"Billy, Billy, come along,And I will sing a pretty song."

"O then, Polly, I'll make haste,Not one moment will I waste,

But will come and hear you sing,And my fiddle I will bring."

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John,Bless the bed that I lie on!Four corners to my bed,Five angels there lie spread;Two at my head,Two at my feet,One at my heartMy soul to keep.

Johnny shall have a new bonnet,And Johnny shall go to the fair,And Johnny shall have a blue ribbonTo tie up his bonny brown hair.And why may not I love Johnny?And why may not Johnny love me?And why may not I love JohnnyAs well as another body?And here's a leg for a stocking,And here's a foot for a shoe,And he has a kiss for his daddy,And two for his mammy, I trow.

Johnny shall have a new bonnet,And Johnny shall go to the fair,And Johnny shall have a blue ribbonTo tie up his bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Johnny?And why may not Johnny love me?And why may not I love JohnnyAs well as another body?

And here's a leg for a stocking,And here's a foot for a shoe,And he has a kiss for his daddy,And two for his mammy, I trow.

And why may not I love Johnny?And why may not Johnny love me?And why may not I love JohnnyAs well as another body?

Sing, sing! what shall I sing?The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.Do, do, what shall I do?The cat has bit it quite in two.

PETER PIPERpicked a peck of pickled pepper,A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked;If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

Nancy Dawson was so fineShe wouldn't get up to serve the swine,She lies in bed till eight or nine,So its oh! poor Nancy Dawson.

And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey?She won't get up to feed her swine,And do you ken Nancy Dawson, honey?

London Bridge is broken down,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.How shall we build it up again?Dance o'er my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up again with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 't will last for ages long,With a gay lady.

London Bridge is broken down,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.

How shall we build it up again?Dance o'er my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.

Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.

Build it up again with iron and steel,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.

Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,Dance o'er my Lady Lee;Huzza! 't will last for ages long,With a gay lady.

Master I have, and I am his man,Gallop a dreary dun;Master I have, and I am his man,And I'll get a wife as fast as I can;With a heighty gaily gamberally,Higgledy, piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,Gallop a dreary dun.

ROCK-A-BY,baby, thy cradle is green;Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

AFARMERwent trotting upon his gray mare,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried "croak" and they all tumbled down,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!The mischievous raven flew laughing away,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried "croak" and they all tumbled down,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

The mischievous raven flew laughing away,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!And vowed he would serve them the same the next day,Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

Upon St. Paul's steeple stands a tree,As full of apples as may be;The little boys of London Town,They run with hooks and pull them down;And then they run from hedge to hedge,Until they come to London Bridge.

Two Robin Redbreasts built their nestWithin a hollow tree;The hen sat quietly at home,The cock sang merrily;And all the little ones said:"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."One day the sun was warm and bright,And shining in the sky,Cock Robin said: "My little dears,'Tis time you learned to fly;"And all the little young ones said:"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."I know a child, and who she isI'll tell you by and by,When Mamma says "Do this," or "that,"She says "What for?" and "Why?"She'd be a better child by farIf she would say "I'll try."

Two Robin Redbreasts built their nestWithin a hollow tree;The hen sat quietly at home,The cock sang merrily;And all the little ones said:"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee."

One day the sun was warm and bright,And shining in the sky,Cock Robin said: "My little dears,'Tis time you learned to fly;"And all the little young ones said:"I'll try, I'll try, I'll try."

I know a child, and who she isI'll tell you by and by,When Mamma says "Do this," or "that,"She says "What for?" and "Why?"She'd be a better child by farIf she would say "I'll try."

THEfox and his wife they had a great strife,They never ate mustard in all their whole life;They ate their meat without fork or knife,And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;The stars they were shining, and all things bright;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's a very fine nightFor me to go through the town, e-ho!"

THEfox and his wife they had a great strife,They never ate mustard in all their whole life;They ate their meat without fork or knife,And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!

The fox jumped up on a moonlight night;The stars they were shining, and all things bright;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's a very fine nightFor me to go through the town, e-ho!"

The fox when he came to yonder stile,He lifted his lugs and he listened a while;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's but a short mileFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,Whom should he see but the farmer's drake;"I love you well for your master's sake,And long to be picking your bones, e-ho!"The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "you are very fat,You'll grease my beard and ride on my backFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed,And out of the window she popped her head;"Oh, husband! oh, husband! the geese are all dead,For the fox has been through the town, e-ho!"Then the old man got up in his red cap,And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,And ran through the town, the town, e-ho!When he got to the top of the hill,He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,For joy that he was in safety still,And had got away through the town, e-ho!When the fox came back to his den,He had young ones both nine and ten;"You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,If you bring us such fine meat from the town, e-ho!"

The fox when he came to yonder stile,He lifted his lugs and he listened a while;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "it's but a short mileFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"

The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,Whom should he see but the farmer's drake;"I love you well for your master's sake,And long to be picking your bones, e-ho!"

The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack;"Oh, ho!" said the fox, "you are very fat,You'll grease my beard and ride on my backFrom this into yonder wee town, e-ho!"

The farmer's wife she jumped out of bed,And out of the window she popped her head;"Oh, husband! oh, husband! the geese are all dead,For the fox has been through the town, e-ho!"

Then the old man got up in his red cap,And swore he would catch the fox in a trap;But the fox was too cunning, and gave him the slip,And ran through the town, the town, e-ho!

When he got to the top of the hill,He blew his trumpet both loud and shrill,For joy that he was in safety still,And had got away through the town, e-ho!

When the fox came back to his den,He had young ones both nine and ten;"You're welcome home, daddy; you may go again,If you bring us such fine meat from the town, e-ho!"

WHEREare you going to, my pretty maid?""I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.

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