THE QUEEN OF HEARTS

THE QUEEN OF HEARTSThe Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,All on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts,And took them clean away.The King of Hearts called for those tarts,And beat the Knave full sore.The Knave of Heartsbrought back those tarts,And vowed he'd steal no more.SAINT SWITHIN'S DAYSt. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain;St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,For forty days 't will rain no more.DANCE TO YOUR DADDIEDance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie,Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb!You shall get a fishieOn a little dishie,You shall get a fishie when the boat comes hame!Dance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie,Dance to your daddie, and to your mammie sing!You shall get a coatie,And a pair of breekies,You shall get a coatie when the boat comes in!THE MAN IN THE MOONThe man in the moonCame tumbling downAnd asked the way to Norwich;He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease porridge.SIMPLE SIMONSIMPLE SIMONmet a pie-man,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,"Let me taste your ware."Says the pie-man unto Simon,"First give me a penny."Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,"I have not got any."He went to catch a dicky-bird,And thought he could not fail,Because he had got a little saltTo put upon his tail.He went to ride a spotted cow,That had got a little calf,She threw him down upon the ground,Which made the people laugh.Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,For to catch a hare,He rode a goat about the street,But could not find one there.He went for to eat honeyOut of the mustard-pot,He bit his tongue until he cried,That was all the good he got.SIMPLE SIMONwent a-fishingFor to catch a whale;And all the water he had gotWas in his mother's pail.He went to take a bird's nest,Was built upon a bough;A branch gave way, and Simon fellInto a dirty slough.He went to shoot a wild duck,But the wild duck flew away;Says Simon, "I can't hit him,Because he will not stay."ONCESimon made a great Snowball,And brought it in to roast;He laid it down before the fire,And soon the ball was lost.HEwent to slide upon the ice,Before the ice would bear;Then he plunged in above his knees,Which made poor Simon stare.He went to try if cherries ripeGrew upon a thistle;He pricked his finger very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.He washed himself with blacking-ball,Because he had no soap:Then, then, said to his mother,"I'm a beauty now, I hope."He went for water in a sieve,But soon it all ran through;And now poor Simple SimonBids you all adieu.TOAD AND FROG"Croak," said the toad, "I'm hungry I think,To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails.""Ho, ho!" quoth the frog, "is that what you mean?Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,And then I shall have a good dinner like you."LITTLE JACK HORNERLittle Jack HornerSat in a cornerEating of Christmas pie;He put in his thumb,And pulled out a plum,And cried "What a good boy was I!"THE WOOINGThere was a little man,Who wooed a little maid;And he said: "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,So will you ay or nayFor the least said is soonest mend-ed, ded, ded."Then the little maid replied:"Should I be your little bride,Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?Will the flame that you're so rich inLight a fire in the kitchen?Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"HANDY PANDYHandy Pandy, Jack-a-Dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;He bought some at a grocer's shop,And out he came, hop, hop, hop.THE KILKENNY CATSThere were once two cats of Kilkenny,Each thought there was one cat too many;So they fought and they fit,And they scratched and they bit,Till, excepting their nailsAnd the tips of their tails,Instead of two cats, there weren't any.BLOW WIND BLOWBlow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!That the miller may grind his corn;That the baker may take it, and into rolls make it,And send us some hot in the morn.ONE, TWO, THREE, AND FOUR LEGSTwo legs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg.Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,Throws it after four legs,And makes him bring back one leg.BLUE BELL BOYIHADa little boy,And called him Blue Bell;Gave him a little work,He did it very well.I bade him go upstairsTo bring me a gold pin;In coal-scuttle fell he,Up to his little chin.He went to the gardenTo pick a little sage;He tumbled on his nose,And fell into a rage.He went to the cellarTo draw a little beer;And quickly did returnTo say there was none there.COCK-A-DOODLE-DOCock-a-doodle-do!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddle-stick,And don't know what to do.Cock-a-doodle-do!What is my dame to do?Till master finds his fiddle-stick,She'll dance without her shoe.JOHN COOK'S GREY MAREJOHN COOKhad a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!BUZ AND HUMBUZ, quoth the blue fly,Hum, quoth the bee,Buz and hum they cry,And so do we.In his ear, in his nose,Thus, do you see?He ate the dormouse,Else it was he.TOMMY TITTLEMOUSELittle Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.A AND B AND SEEGreat A, little a, bouncing B,The cat's in the cupboard and she can't see.DOCTOR FOSTERDOCTORFoster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle right up to his middle,And never went there again.DAFFY DOWN DILLYDaffy-down-dilly has come to town,In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.QUEEN ANNEQueen Anne, Queen Anne,you sit in the sun,As fair as a lily,as white as a wand.I send you three letters,and pray read one,You must read one, if you can't read allSo pray Miss or Master throw up the ball.HO MY KITTENHOmy kitten, a kitten,And ho! my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.Here we go up, up, up,Here we go down, down, down;Here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, round.LAVENDER BLUELavender blue and rosemary green,When I am king you shall be queen;Call up my maids at four o'clock,Some to the wheel and some to the rock,Some to make hay and some to shear corn,And you and I will keep ourselves warm.THE QUARRELSOME KITTENSTWOlittle kittens one stormy night,They began to quarrel and they began to fight;One had a mouse and the other had none,And that's the way the quarrel begun."I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat."You'll have that mouse? we'll see about that!""I will have that mouse," said the eldest son."You sha'n't have the mouse," said the little one.I told you before 't was a stormy nightWhen these two little kittens began to fight;The old woman seized her sweeping broom,And swept the two kittens right out of the room.The ground was covered with frost and snow,And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;So they laid them down on the mat at the door,While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,For they found it was better, that stormy night,To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.THE FLY AND THE HUMBLE-BEEFIDDLE-DE-DEE,fiddle-de-dee,The fly shall marry the humble-bee;They went to church and married was she,The fly has married the humble-bee.CAT AND DOGPussy sits beside the fire,How can she be fair?In comes the little dog,"Pussy, are you there?So, so, Mistress Pussy,Pray, how do you do?""Thank you, thank you, little dog,I'm very well just now."BOBBY SHAFTBobby Shaft is gone to sea,With silver buckles at his knee;When he'll come home he'll marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaft!Bobby Shaft is fat and fair,Combing down his yellow hair;He's my love for evermore!Pretty Bobby Shaft!THE LITTLE CLOCKThere's a neat little clock,In the schoolroom it stands,And it points to the timeWith its two little hands.And may we, like the clock,Keep a face clean and bright,With hands ever readyTo do what is right.LITTLE MAID"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?""Down in the forest to milk my cow.""Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;When I send for thee, then come thou."BAT, BATBat, bat,Come under my hat,And I'll give you a slice of bacon;And when I bake,I'll give you a cake,If I am not mistaken.CHRISTMASChristmas is coming, the geese are getting fat,Please to put a penny in an old man's hat;If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do,If you haven't got a ha'penny, God bless you.PETER WHITEPeter White will ne'er go right,And would you know the reason why?He follows his nose where'er he goes,And that stands all awry.SLEEP BABY SLEEPSLEEP,baby, sleep,Our cottage vale is deep;The little lamb is on the green,With woolly fleece so soft and clean—Sleep, baby, sleep!Sleep, baby, sleep,Down where the woodbines creep;Be always like the lamb so mild,A kind, and sweet, and gentle child—Sleep, baby, sleep!UP PIPPEN HILLAs I was going up Pippen Hill,Pippen Hill was dirty;There I met a pretty miss,And she dropped me a curtsey.Little miss, pretty miss,Blessings light upon you!If I had half a crown a day,I'd spend it all upon you.A FALLING OUTALITTLEold man and I fell out;How shall we bring this matter about?Bring it about as well as you can;Get you gone, you little old man.TOM, THE PIPER'S SONTom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he run!The pig was eat and Tom was beat,And Tom went howling down the street.PEGPeg, Peg, with a wooden leg,Her father was a miller;He tossed the dumpling at her head,And said he could not kill her.A DIFFICULT RHYMEWhat is the rhyme for porringer?The king he had a daughter fair,And gave the Prince of Orange her.THE OLD WOMAN TOSSED IN A BASKETThere was an old woman tossed up in a basketSeventeen times as high as the moon;Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom."Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,"Where are you going to up so high?""To brush the cobwebs off the sky!""May I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOEPOORold Robinson Crusoe!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!They made him a coatOf an old nanny goat,I wonder why they could do so!With a ring a ting tang,And a ring a ting tang,Poor old Robinson Crusoe!TWO LITTLE DOGSTwo little dogs sat by the fire,Over a fender of coal-dust;When one said to the other dog,"If Pompey won't talk, why, I must."SATURDAY, SUNDAYOn Saturday nightShall be all my careTo powder my locksAnd curl my hair.On Sunday morningMy love will come in,When he will marry meWith a gold ring.MERCHANTS OF LONDONHey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet.The merchants of London they wear scarlet;Silk in the collar, and gold in hem,So merrily march the merchantmen.THE OWL IN THE OAKTHEREwas an owl lived in an oak,Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;And all the words he ever spokeWere fiddle, faddle, feedle.A sportsman chanced to come that way,Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,So fiddle, faddle, feedle!"GEORGY PORGYGeorgy Porgy, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry.When the boys came out to play,Georgy Porgy ran away.TO MARKETTo market, to market,To buy a fat pig;Home again, home again,Jiggety jig.To market, to market,To buy a fat hog;Home again, home again,Jiggety jog.THE LITTLE GUINEA-PIGThere was a little Guinea-Pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent:Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.One day, as I am certified,He took a whim, and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.A NICK AND A NOCKA nick and a nock,A hen and a cock,And a penny for my master.PANCAKE DAYGreat A, little A,This is pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!HUSH-A-BYE BABY

The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,All on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts,And took them clean away.

The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,All on a summer's day;

The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts,And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts called for those tarts,And beat the Knave full sore.

The Knave of Heartsbrought back those tarts,And vowed he'd steal no more.

St. Swithin's day, if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain;St. Swithin's day, if thou be fair,For forty days 't will rain no more.

Dance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie,Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb!You shall get a fishieOn a little dishie,You shall get a fishie when the boat comes hame!Dance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie,Dance to your daddie, and to your mammie sing!You shall get a coatie,And a pair of breekies,You shall get a coatie when the boat comes in!

Dance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie,Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb!You shall get a fishieOn a little dishie,You shall get a fishie when the boat comes hame!

Dance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie,Dance to your daddie, and to your mammie sing!You shall get a coatie,And a pair of breekies,You shall get a coatie when the boat comes in!

The man in the moonCame tumbling downAnd asked the way to Norwich;He went by the south,And burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease porridge.

SIMPLE SIMONmet a pie-man,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,"Let me taste your ware."Says the pie-man unto Simon,"First give me a penny."Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,"I have not got any."He went to catch a dicky-bird,And thought he could not fail,Because he had got a little saltTo put upon his tail.He went to ride a spotted cow,That had got a little calf,She threw him down upon the ground,Which made the people laugh.Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,For to catch a hare,He rode a goat about the street,But could not find one there.He went for to eat honeyOut of the mustard-pot,He bit his tongue until he cried,That was all the good he got.

SIMPLE SIMONmet a pie-man,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,"Let me taste your ware."

Says the pie-man unto Simon,"First give me a penny."Says Simple Simon to the pie-man,"I have not got any."

He went to catch a dicky-bird,And thought he could not fail,Because he had got a little saltTo put upon his tail.

He went to ride a spotted cow,That had got a little calf,She threw him down upon the ground,Which made the people laugh.

Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,For to catch a hare,He rode a goat about the street,But could not find one there.

He went for to eat honeyOut of the mustard-pot,He bit his tongue until he cried,That was all the good he got.

SIMPLE SIMONwent a-fishingFor to catch a whale;And all the water he had gotWas in his mother's pail.He went to take a bird's nest,Was built upon a bough;A branch gave way, and Simon fellInto a dirty slough.

SIMPLE SIMONwent a-fishingFor to catch a whale;And all the water he had gotWas in his mother's pail.

He went to take a bird's nest,Was built upon a bough;A branch gave way, and Simon fellInto a dirty slough.

He went to shoot a wild duck,But the wild duck flew away;Says Simon, "I can't hit him,Because he will not stay."

ONCESimon made a great Snowball,And brought it in to roast;He laid it down before the fire,And soon the ball was lost.

HEwent to slide upon the ice,Before the ice would bear;Then he plunged in above his knees,Which made poor Simon stare.He went to try if cherries ripeGrew upon a thistle;He pricked his finger very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.He washed himself with blacking-ball,Because he had no soap:Then, then, said to his mother,"I'm a beauty now, I hope."He went for water in a sieve,But soon it all ran through;And now poor Simple SimonBids you all adieu.

HEwent to slide upon the ice,Before the ice would bear;Then he plunged in above his knees,Which made poor Simon stare.

He went to try if cherries ripeGrew upon a thistle;He pricked his finger very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.

He washed himself with blacking-ball,Because he had no soap:Then, then, said to his mother,"I'm a beauty now, I hope."

He went for water in a sieve,But soon it all ran through;And now poor Simple SimonBids you all adieu.

"Croak," said the toad, "I'm hungry I think,To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails.""Ho, ho!" quoth the frog, "is that what you mean?Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,And then I shall have a good dinner like you."

"Croak," said the toad, "I'm hungry I think,To-day I've had nothing to eat or to drink;I'll crawl to a garden and jump through the pales,And there I'll dine nicely on slugs and on snails."

"Ho, ho!" quoth the frog, "is that what you mean?Then I'll hop away to the next meadow stream,There I will drink, and eat worms and slugs too,And then I shall have a good dinner like you."

Little Jack HornerSat in a cornerEating of Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb,And pulled out a plum,And cried "What a good boy was I!"

There was a little man,Who wooed a little maid;And he said: "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,So will you ay or nayFor the least said is soonest mend-ed, ded, ded."

Then the little maid replied:"Should I be your little bride,Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?Will the flame that you're so rich inLight a fire in the kitchen?Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

Handy Pandy, Jack-a-Dandy,Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;He bought some at a grocer's shop,And out he came, hop, hop, hop.

There were once two cats of Kilkenny,Each thought there was one cat too many;So they fought and they fit,And they scratched and they bit,Till, excepting their nailsAnd the tips of their tails,Instead of two cats, there weren't any.

Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!That the miller may grind his corn;That the baker may take it, and into rolls make it,And send us some hot in the morn.

Two legs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg.Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,Throws it after four legs,And makes him bring back one leg.

Two legs sat upon three legs,With one leg in his lap;In comes four legs,And runs away with one leg.

Up jumps two legs,Catches up three legs,Throws it after four legs,And makes him bring back one leg.

IHADa little boy,And called him Blue Bell;Gave him a little work,He did it very well.I bade him go upstairsTo bring me a gold pin;In coal-scuttle fell he,Up to his little chin.He went to the gardenTo pick a little sage;He tumbled on his nose,And fell into a rage.He went to the cellarTo draw a little beer;And quickly did returnTo say there was none there.

IHADa little boy,And called him Blue Bell;Gave him a little work,He did it very well.

I bade him go upstairsTo bring me a gold pin;In coal-scuttle fell he,Up to his little chin.

He went to the gardenTo pick a little sage;He tumbled on his nose,And fell into a rage.

He went to the cellarTo draw a little beer;And quickly did returnTo say there was none there.

Cock-a-doodle-do!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddle-stick,And don't know what to do.Cock-a-doodle-do!What is my dame to do?Till master finds his fiddle-stick,She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock-a-doodle-do!My dame has lost her shoe;My master's lost his fiddle-stick,And don't know what to do.

Cock-a-doodle-do!What is my dame to do?Till master finds his fiddle-stick,She'll dance without her shoe.

JOHN COOKhad a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!

JOHN COOKhad a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!

The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!

BUZ, quoth the blue fly,Hum, quoth the bee,Buz and hum they cry,And so do we.In his ear, in his nose,Thus, do you see?He ate the dormouse,Else it was he.

BUZ, quoth the blue fly,Hum, quoth the bee,Buz and hum they cry,And so do we.

In his ear, in his nose,Thus, do you see?He ate the dormouse,Else it was he.

Little Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.

Great A, little a, bouncing B,The cat's in the cupboard and she can't see.

DOCTORFoster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle right up to his middle,And never went there again.

Daffy-down-dilly has come to town,In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.

Queen Anne, Queen Anne,you sit in the sun,As fair as a lily,as white as a wand.I send you three letters,and pray read one,You must read one, if you can't read allSo pray Miss or Master throw up the ball.

HOmy kitten, a kitten,And ho! my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.Here we go up, up, up,Here we go down, down, down;Here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, round.

HOmy kitten, a kitten,And ho! my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,Here we go down, down, down;Here we go backwards and forwards,And here we go round, round, round.

Lavender blue and rosemary green,When I am king you shall be queen;Call up my maids at four o'clock,Some to the wheel and some to the rock,Some to make hay and some to shear corn,And you and I will keep ourselves warm.

TWOlittle kittens one stormy night,They began to quarrel and they began to fight;One had a mouse and the other had none,And that's the way the quarrel begun."I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat."You'll have that mouse? we'll see about that!""I will have that mouse," said the eldest son."You sha'n't have the mouse," said the little one.I told you before 't was a stormy nightWhen these two little kittens began to fight;The old woman seized her sweeping broom,And swept the two kittens right out of the room.The ground was covered with frost and snow,And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;So they laid them down on the mat at the door,While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,For they found it was better, that stormy night,To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

TWOlittle kittens one stormy night,They began to quarrel and they began to fight;One had a mouse and the other had none,And that's the way the quarrel begun.

"I'll have that mouse," said the biggest cat."You'll have that mouse? we'll see about that!""I will have that mouse," said the eldest son."You sha'n't have the mouse," said the little one.

I told you before 't was a stormy nightWhen these two little kittens began to fight;The old woman seized her sweeping broom,And swept the two kittens right out of the room.

The ground was covered with frost and snow,And the two little kittens had nowhere to go;So they laid them down on the mat at the door,While the old woman finished sweeping the floor.

Then they crept in, as quiet as mice,All wet with the snow, and as cold as ice,For they found it was better, that stormy night,To lie down and sleep than to quarrel and fight.

FIDDLE-DE-DEE,fiddle-de-dee,The fly shall marry the humble-bee;They went to church and married was she,The fly has married the humble-bee.

FIDDLE-DE-DEE,fiddle-de-dee,The fly shall marry the humble-bee;

They went to church and married was she,The fly has married the humble-bee.

Pussy sits beside the fire,How can she be fair?In comes the little dog,"Pussy, are you there?

So, so, Mistress Pussy,Pray, how do you do?"

"Thank you, thank you, little dog,I'm very well just now."

Bobby Shaft is gone to sea,With silver buckles at his knee;When he'll come home he'll marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaft!Bobby Shaft is fat and fair,Combing down his yellow hair;He's my love for evermore!Pretty Bobby Shaft!

Bobby Shaft is gone to sea,With silver buckles at his knee;When he'll come home he'll marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaft!

Bobby Shaft is fat and fair,Combing down his yellow hair;He's my love for evermore!Pretty Bobby Shaft!

There's a neat little clock,In the schoolroom it stands,And it points to the timeWith its two little hands.And may we, like the clock,Keep a face clean and bright,With hands ever readyTo do what is right.

"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?""Down in the forest to milk my cow.""Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now;When I send for thee, then come thou."

Bat, bat,Come under my hat,And I'll give you a slice of bacon;And when I bake,I'll give you a cake,If I am not mistaken.

Bat, bat,Come under my hat,And I'll give you a slice of bacon;

And when I bake,I'll give you a cake,If I am not mistaken.

Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat,Please to put a penny in an old man's hat;If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do,If you haven't got a ha'penny, God bless you.

Peter White will ne'er go right,And would you know the reason why?He follows his nose where'er he goes,And that stands all awry.

SLEEP,baby, sleep,Our cottage vale is deep;The little lamb is on the green,With woolly fleece so soft and clean—Sleep, baby, sleep!

Sleep, baby, sleep,Down where the woodbines creep;Be always like the lamb so mild,A kind, and sweet, and gentle child—Sleep, baby, sleep!

As I was going up Pippen Hill,Pippen Hill was dirty;There I met a pretty miss,And she dropped me a curtsey.

Little miss, pretty miss,Blessings light upon you!If I had half a crown a day,I'd spend it all upon you.

ALITTLEold man and I fell out;How shall we bring this matter about?Bring it about as well as you can;Get you gone, you little old man.

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,Stole a pig and away he run!The pig was eat and Tom was beat,And Tom went howling down the street.

Peg, Peg, with a wooden leg,Her father was a miller;He tossed the dumpling at her head,And said he could not kill her.

What is the rhyme for porringer?The king he had a daughter fair,And gave the Prince of Orange her.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basketSeventeen times as high as the moon;Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom."Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,"Where are you going to up so high?""To brush the cobwebs off the sky!""May I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."

There was an old woman tossed up in a basketSeventeen times as high as the moon;Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,For in her hand she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,"Where are you going to up so high?""To brush the cobwebs off the sky!""May I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."

POORold Robinson Crusoe!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!They made him a coatOf an old nanny goat,I wonder why they could do so!With a ring a ting tang,And a ring a ting tang,Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

Two little dogs sat by the fire,Over a fender of coal-dust;When one said to the other dog,"If Pompey won't talk, why, I must."

On Saturday nightShall be all my careTo powder my locksAnd curl my hair.On Sunday morningMy love will come in,When he will marry meWith a gold ring.

Hey diddle dinkety, poppety, pet.

The merchants of London they wear scarlet;Silk in the collar, and gold in hem,So merrily march the merchantmen.

THEREwas an owl lived in an oak,Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;And all the words he ever spokeWere fiddle, faddle, feedle.A sportsman chanced to come that way,Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,So fiddle, faddle, feedle!"

THEREwas an owl lived in an oak,Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;And all the words he ever spokeWere fiddle, faddle, feedle.

A sportsman chanced to come that way,Whiskey, whaskey, weedle;Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,So fiddle, faddle, feedle!"

Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry.When the boys came out to play,Georgy Porgy ran away.

To market, to market,To buy a fat pig;Home again, home again,Jiggety jig.To market, to market,To buy a fat hog;Home again, home again,Jiggety jog.

To market, to market,To buy a fat pig;Home again, home again,Jiggety jig.

To market, to market,To buy a fat hog;Home again, home again,Jiggety jog.

There was a little Guinea-Pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent:Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.One day, as I am certified,He took a whim, and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.

There was a little Guinea-Pig,Who, being little, was not big;He always walked upon his feet,And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,He never at that place did stay;And while he ran, as I am told,He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeak'd and sometimes vi'lent,And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent:Though ne'er instructed by a cat,He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,He took a whim, and fairly died;And, as I'm told by men of sense,He never has been living since.

A nick and a nock,A hen and a cock,And a penny for my master.

Great A, little A,This is pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!

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