TWO LITTLE BIRDS

HEY!diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughedTo see such craft,And the dish ran away with the spoon.TWO LITTLE BIRDSThere were two blackbirdsSat upon a hill,The one named Jack,The other named Jill.Fly away, Jack!Fly away, Jill!Come again, Jack!Come again, Jill!THE LITTLE COCK SPARROWALITTLECock Sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he;A little Cock Sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow;A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow."This little Cock Sparrow shall make me a stew,And his giblets shall make me a little pie too.""Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I won't make a stew."So he flapped his wings and away he flew!DAME TROTDame Trot and her catSat down for to chat;The Dame sat on thisside.And Puss sat on that."Puss," says the Dame,"Can you catch a ratOr a mouse in the dark?""Purr," says the cat.IFIFyou are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you be,You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.HOW DO YOU DO?How do you do, neighbour?Neighbour, how do you do?Very well, I thank you.How does Cousin Sue do?She is very well,And sends her love to you,And so does Cousin Bell.Ah! how, pray, does she do?THERE WAS A LITTLE BOYThere was a little boy and a little girl,Lived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh, shall I?"Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESSThe man in the wilderness asked me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answered him, as I thought good,As many as red herrings grew in the wood.THOMAS A'TATTAMUSTHOMAS A'TATTAMUStook two T'sTo tie two tups to two tall trees,To frighten the terrible Thomas A'Tattamus!Tell me how many T's there are in all that.LITTLE GIRL, LITTLE GIRLLittle girl, little girl, where have you been?Gathering roses to give to the Queen.Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.OLD KING COLEOld King Cole was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;He called for his pipe,And he called for his bowl,And he called for his fiddlers three.Every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.Oh, there's none so rare,As can compareWith King ColeAnd his fiddlers three!LENGTHENING DAYSAs the days grow longerThe storms grow strongerHARK, HARK! THE DOGS DO BARKHARK,hark! the dogs do bark,Beggars are coming to town;Some in jags, and some in rags,And some in velvet gown.BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAYBessy Bell and Mary Gray,They were two bonny lasses;They built their house upon the lea,And covered it with rashes.Bessy kept the garden gate,And Mary kept the pantry:Bessy always had to wait,While Mary lived in plenty.WEE WILLIE WINKIEWEE WILLIE WINKIEruns through the town,Up stairs and down stairs, in his nightgown,Rapping at the window, crying through the lock:"Are the children in their beds, for it's past eight o'clock."BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEPBaa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I, three bags full:One for my master, one for my dame,But none for the little boy who cries in the lane.EARLY RISINGHEthat would thrive,Must rise at five;He that hath thriven,May lie till seven;And he that by the plough would thrive,Himself must either hold or drive.THE TAILORS AND THE SNAILFour and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.BUTTONSBUTTONS,a farthing a pair,Come, who will buy them of me?They're round and sound and pretty,And fit for the girls of the city.Come, who will buy them of me,Buttons, a farthing a pair?SULKY SUEHere's Sulky Sue;What shall we do?Turn her face to the wallTill she comes to.HECTOR PROTECTORHector Protector was dressed all in green;Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.The Queen did not like him, No more did the King;So Hector Protector was sent back again.JERRY AND JAMES AND JOHNTHEREwas an old woman had three sons,Jerry and James and John;Jerry was hung, James was drowned,John was lost, and never was found;And there was an end of her three sons,Jerry and James and John!THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOETHEREwas an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,Then whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.NEEDLES AND PINSNeedles and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries his trouble begins.THE SONG OF MYSELFAs I walked by myself,And talked to myself,Myself said unto me:Look to thyself,Take care of thyself,For nobody cares for thee.I answered myself,And said to myself,In the self-same repartee:Look to thyself,Or not look to thyself,The self-same thing will be.TIT-TAT-TOETIT-TAT-TOE,My first go,Three jolly butcher-boysAll of a row;Stick one up,Stick one down,Stick one in the old man's crown.THE WAY TO LONDON TOWNSEE-SAW,sacaradown,Which is the way to London town?One foot up, the other foot down,That is the way to London town.CÆSAR'S SONGBow, wow, wow, whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog,Bow, wow, wow.GREEN GRAVELAround the green gravel the grass grows green,And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,And write their names with a pen and ink.WASH ME AND COMB MEWash me and comb me,And lay me down softly,And lay me on a bank to dry,That I may look pretty,When somebody comes by.TEN FINGERSOne, two, three, four, five,Once I caught a fish alive,Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,But I let him go again.Why did you let him go?Because he bit my finger so.Which finger did he bite?The little one upon the right.THE CODLIN WOMANThere was a little woman, as I've been told,Who was not very young, nor yet very old,Now this little woman her living got,By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!OF PIGSALONG-TAILEDpig and a short-tailed pig,Or a pig without e'er a tail,A sow pig, or a boar pig,Or a pig with a curly tail.GOOD KING ARTHURWHENgood King Arthur ruled this landHe was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-mealTo make a bag-pudding.A bag-pudding the king did make,And stuff'd it well with plums;And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs.The king and queen did eat thereof,And noble men beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.SOLOMON GRUNDYSOLOMONGrundy,Born on a Monday,Christened on Tuesday,Married on Wednesday,Took ill on Thursday,Worse on Friday,Died on Saturday,Buried on Sunday,This is the endOf Solomon Grundy.THREE BLIND MICEThree blind mice, three blind mice,They all ran after the farmer's wife,She cut off their tails with a carving knife;Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?CROSS-PATCHCROSS-PATCH,draw the latch,Sit by the fire and spin;Take a cup, and drink it up,Then call your neighbours in.YANKEE DOODLEYankee Doodle came to town,Mounted on a pony;He stuck a feather in his capAnd called it Maccaroni.Yankee Doodle came to town,Yankee Doodle dandy,He stuck a feather in his capAnd called it sugar-candy.TWINKLE, TWINKLE, LITTLE STARTWINKLE, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are!Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.When the blazing sun is gone,When he nothing shines upon,Then you show your little light,Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.Then the traveller in the darkThanks you for your tiny spark:How could he see where to go,If you did not twinkle so?In the dark blue sky you keep,Often through my curtains peep,For you never shut your eyeTill the sun is in the sky.How your bright and tiny sparkLights the traveller in the dark!Though I know not what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star.BOYS AND GIRLSBoys and girls come out to play,The moon doth shine as bright as day;Come with a whoop, and come with a call,Come with a good will or come not at all.Lose your supper and lose your sleep,Come to your playfellows in the street.Up the ladder and down the wall,A halfpenny loaf will serve us all;You find milk, and I'll find flour,And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.SING IVYMy father he left me three acres of land,Sing ivy, sing ivy;My father he left me three acres of land,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!I ploughed it with a ram's horn,Sing ivy, sing ivy;And sowed it all over with one peppercorn,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!I harrowed it with a bramble bush,Sing ivy, sing ivy;And reaped it with my little pen-knife,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!PUSSYCAT MEWPussycat Mew jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat's mended with silk!GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDERGOOSEY,goosey, gander,Whither dost thou wander?Up stairs and down stairs,And in my lady's chamber.There I met an old manThat would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him down stairs.THE MAN AND HIS CALFTHEREwas an old man,And he had a calf,And that's half;He took him out of the stall,And put him on the wall,And that's all.RIDE A COCK-HORSERide a cock-horseTo Banbury Cross,To see what Tommy can buy;A penny white loaf,A penny white cake,And a twopenny apple-pie.SEEKING A WIFEWhen I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf,The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,That I went up to London, to get myself a wife.The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.DOCTOR FAUSTUSDOCTOR FAUSTUSwas a good man,He whipped his scholars now and then;When he whipped them he made them danceOut of Scotland into France,Out of France into Spain,And then he whipped them back again.POLLY, PUT THE KETTLE ONPolly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,And we'll have tea.Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,They're all gone away.THE BLACKSMITHROBERT BARNES, fellow fine,Can you shoe this horse of mine?"Yes, good sir, that I can,As well as any other man;Here's a nail, and there's a prod,And now, good sir, your horse is shod."THE FOUNT OF LEARNINGHere's A, B, and C, D, E, F, and G,H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q,R, S, T, and U,W, X, Y, and Z.And here's the child's dadWho is sagacious and discerning,And knows this is the fount of all learning.OF ARITHMETICMULTIPLICATIONis vexation,Division is as bad;The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad.OVER THE WATER TO CHARLEYOver the water, and over the lea,And over the water to Charley.Charley loves good ale and wine,And Charley loves good brandy;And Charley loves a pretty girl,As sweet as sugar-candy.Over the water, and over the sea,And over the water to Charley,I'll have none of your nasty beef,Nor I'll have none of your barley;But I'll have some of your very best flour,To make a white cake for my Charley.THREE JOLLY WELSHMENThere were three jolly Welshmen,As I have heard say,And they went a-huntingUpon St. David's day.All the day they hunted,And nothing could they find;But a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind.One said it was a ship,The other he said "Nay";The third he said it was a house,With the chimney blown away.And all the night they hunted,And nothing could they find,But the moon a-gliding,A-gliding with the wind.One said it was the moon,The other he said "Nay";The third he said it was a cheese,With half o' it cut away.THE DAYS OF THE MONTHTHIRTYdays hath September,April, June, and November;February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Except in leap-year, when's the timeThat February has twenty-nine.A VARIED SONG

HEY!diddle, diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughedTo see such craft,And the dish ran away with the spoon.

There were two blackbirdsSat upon a hill,The one named Jack,The other named Jill.Fly away, Jack!Fly away, Jill!Come again, Jack!Come again, Jill!

ALITTLECock Sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he;A little Cock Sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow;A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow."This little Cock Sparrow shall make me a stew,And his giblets shall make me a little pie too.""Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I won't make a stew."So he flapped his wings and away he flew!

ALITTLECock Sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he;A little Cock Sparrow sat on a green tree,And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.

A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow;A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,Determined to shoot this little Cock Sparrow.

"This little Cock Sparrow shall make me a stew,And his giblets shall make me a little pie too.""Oh, no!" said the sparrow, "I won't make a stew."So he flapped his wings and away he flew!

Dame Trot and her catSat down for to chat;The Dame sat on thisside.And Puss sat on that."Puss," says the Dame,"Can you catch a ratOr a mouse in the dark?""Purr," says the cat.

Dame Trot and her catSat down for to chat;The Dame sat on thisside.And Puss sat on that.

"Puss," says the Dame,"Can you catch a ratOr a mouse in the dark?""Purr," says the cat.

IFyou are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you be,You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.

How do you do, neighbour?Neighbour, how do you do?Very well, I thank you.How does Cousin Sue do?She is very well,And sends her love to you,And so does Cousin Bell.Ah! how, pray, does she do?

There was a little boy and a little girl,Lived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,"Shall I, oh, shall I?"

Says the little girl to the little boy,"What shall we do?"Says the little boy to the little girl,"I will kiss you."

The man in the wilderness asked me,How many strawberries grew in the sea?I answered him, as I thought good,As many as red herrings grew in the wood.

THOMAS A'TATTAMUStook two T'sTo tie two tups to two tall trees,To frighten the terrible Thomas A'Tattamus!Tell me how many T's there are in all that.

Little girl, little girl, where have you been?Gathering roses to give to the Queen.Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;

He called for his pipe,And he called for his bowl,

And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he;Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.Oh, there's none so rare,As can compareWith King ColeAnd his fiddlers three!

As the days grow longerThe storms grow stronger

HARK,hark! the dogs do bark,Beggars are coming to town;Some in jags, and some in rags,And some in velvet gown.

Bessy Bell and Mary Gray,They were two bonny lasses;They built their house upon the lea,And covered it with rashes.

Bessy kept the garden gate,And Mary kept the pantry:Bessy always had to wait,While Mary lived in plenty.

WEE WILLIE WINKIEruns through the town,Up stairs and down stairs, in his nightgown,Rapping at the window, crying through the lock:"Are the children in their beds, for it's past eight o'clock."

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I, three bags full:One for my master, one for my dame,But none for the little boy who cries in the lane.

HEthat would thrive,Must rise at five;He that hath thriven,May lie till seven;And he that by the plough would thrive,Himself must either hold or drive.

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail;She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.

BUTTONS,a farthing a pair,Come, who will buy them of me?They're round and sound and pretty,And fit for the girls of the city.Come, who will buy them of me,Buttons, a farthing a pair?

Here's Sulky Sue;What shall we do?Turn her face to the wallTill she comes to.

Hector Protector was dressed all in green;Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.The Queen did not like him, No more did the King;So Hector Protector was sent back again.

THEREwas an old woman had three sons,Jerry and James and John;Jerry was hung, James was drowned,John was lost, and never was found;And there was an end of her three sons,Jerry and James and John!

THEREwas an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,Then whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.

Needles and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries his trouble begins.

As I walked by myself,And talked to myself,Myself said unto me:Look to thyself,Take care of thyself,For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself,And said to myself,In the self-same repartee:Look to thyself,Or not look to thyself,The self-same thing will be.

TIT-TAT-TOE,My first go,Three jolly butcher-boysAll of a row;Stick one up,Stick one down,Stick one in the old man's crown.

SEE-SAW,sacaradown,Which is the way to London town?One foot up, the other foot down,That is the way to London town.

Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog,Bow, wow, wow.

Around the green gravel the grass grows green,And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,And write their names with a pen and ink.

Wash me and comb me,And lay me down softly,And lay me on a bank to dry,That I may look pretty,When somebody comes by.

One, two, three, four, five,Once I caught a fish alive,Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,But I let him go again.Why did you let him go?Because he bit my finger so.Which finger did he bite?The little one upon the right.

One, two, three, four, five,Once I caught a fish alive,Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,But I let him go again.

Why did you let him go?Because he bit my finger so.Which finger did he bite?The little one upon the right.

There was a little woman, as I've been told,Who was not very young, nor yet very old,Now this little woman her living got,By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!

ALONG-TAILEDpig and a short-tailed pig,Or a pig without e'er a tail,A sow pig, or a boar pig,Or a pig with a curly tail.

WHENgood King Arthur ruled this landHe was a goodly king;He stole three pecks of barley-mealTo make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,And stuff'd it well with plums;And in it put great lumps of fat,As big as my two thumbs.

The king and queen did eat thereof,And noble men beside;And what they could not eat that night,The queen next morning fried.

SOLOMONGrundy,Born on a Monday,Christened on Tuesday,Married on Wednesday,Took ill on Thursday,Worse on Friday,Died on Saturday,Buried on Sunday,This is the endOf Solomon Grundy.

Three blind mice, three blind mice,They all ran after the farmer's wife,She cut off their tails with a carving knife;Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?

CROSS-PATCH,draw the latch,Sit by the fire and spin;Take a cup, and drink it up,Then call your neighbours in.

Yankee Doodle came to town,Mounted on a pony;He stuck a feather in his capAnd called it Maccaroni.

Yankee Doodle came to town,Yankee Doodle dandy,He stuck a feather in his capAnd called it sugar-candy.

TWINKLE, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.When the blazing sun is gone,When he nothing shines upon,Then you show your little light,Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.Then the traveller in the darkThanks you for your tiny spark:How could he see where to go,If you did not twinkle so?In the dark blue sky you keep,Often through my curtains peep,For you never shut your eyeTill the sun is in the sky.How your bright and tiny sparkLights the traveller in the dark!Though I know not what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,When he nothing shines upon,Then you show your little light,Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the darkThanks you for your tiny spark:How could he see where to go,If you did not twinkle so?

In the dark blue sky you keep,Often through my curtains peep,For you never shut your eyeTill the sun is in the sky.

How your bright and tiny sparkLights the traveller in the dark!Though I know not what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Boys and girls come out to play,The moon doth shine as bright as day;

Come with a whoop, and come with a call,Come with a good will or come not at all.Lose your supper and lose your sleep,Come to your playfellows in the street.

Come with a whoop, and come with a call,Come with a good will or come not at all.

Lose your supper and lose your sleep,Come to your playfellows in the street.

Up the ladder and down the wall,A halfpenny loaf will serve us all;You find milk, and I'll find flour,And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

Up the ladder and down the wall,A halfpenny loaf will serve us all;

You find milk, and I'll find flour,And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

My father he left me three acres of land,Sing ivy, sing ivy;My father he left me three acres of land,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!I ploughed it with a ram's horn,Sing ivy, sing ivy;And sowed it all over with one peppercorn,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!I harrowed it with a bramble bush,Sing ivy, sing ivy;And reaped it with my little pen-knife,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

My father he left me three acres of land,Sing ivy, sing ivy;My father he left me three acres of land,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I ploughed it with a ram's horn,Sing ivy, sing ivy;And sowed it all over with one peppercorn,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

I harrowed it with a bramble bush,Sing ivy, sing ivy;And reaped it with my little pen-knife,Sing holly, go whistle, and ivy!

Pussycat Mew jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat's mended with silk!

Pussycat Mew jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.

Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk,Until her best petticoat's mended with silk!

GOOSEY,goosey, gander,Whither dost thou wander?Up stairs and down stairs,And in my lady's chamber.There I met an old manThat would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him down stairs.

GOOSEY,goosey, gander,Whither dost thou wander?Up stairs and down stairs,And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old manThat would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him down stairs.

THEREwas an old man,And he had a calf,And that's half;He took him out of the stall,And put him on the wall,And that's all.

Ride a cock-horseTo Banbury Cross,To see what Tommy can buy;A penny white loaf,A penny white cake,And a twopenny apple-pie.

When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf,The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,That I went up to London, to get myself a wife.

The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow,The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.

DOCTOR FAUSTUSwas a good man,He whipped his scholars now and then;When he whipped them he made them danceOut of Scotland into France,Out of France into Spain,And then he whipped them back again.

Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,And we'll have tea.

Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,They're all gone away.

ROBERT BARNES, fellow fine,Can you shoe this horse of mine?"Yes, good sir, that I can,As well as any other man;Here's a nail, and there's a prod,And now, good sir, your horse is shod."

Here's A, B, and C, D, E, F, and G,H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q,R, S, T, and U,W, X, Y, and Z.And here's the child's dadWho is sagacious and discerning,And knows this is the fount of all learning.

MULTIPLICATIONis vexation,Division is as bad;The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad.

Over the water, and over the lea,And over the water to Charley.Charley loves good ale and wine,And Charley loves good brandy;And Charley loves a pretty girl,As sweet as sugar-candy.Over the water, and over the sea,And over the water to Charley,I'll have none of your nasty beef,Nor I'll have none of your barley;But I'll have some of your very best flour,To make a white cake for my Charley.

There were three jolly Welshmen,As I have heard say,And they went a-huntingUpon St. David's day.All the day they hunted,And nothing could they find;But a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind.One said it was a ship,The other he said "Nay";The third he said it was a house,With the chimney blown away.And all the night they hunted,And nothing could they find,But the moon a-gliding,A-gliding with the wind.One said it was the moon,The other he said "Nay";The third he said it was a cheese,With half o' it cut away.

There were three jolly Welshmen,As I have heard say,And they went a-huntingUpon St. David's day.

All the day they hunted,And nothing could they find;But a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind.

One said it was a ship,The other he said "Nay";The third he said it was a house,With the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted,And nothing could they find,But the moon a-gliding,A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon,The other he said "Nay";The third he said it was a cheese,With half o' it cut away.

THIRTYdays hath September,April, June, and November;February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Except in leap-year, when's the timeThat February has twenty-nine.

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