See saw, Margery Daw, Jenny shall have a new master
See saw, Margery Daw,Jenny shall have a new master
HUSH-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;When the bough bends, the cradle will fall.Down will come baby, cradle, and all.
CURRAHOO, curr dhoo,Love me, and I'll love you![Imitate a Pigeon]
WHEN the days begin to lengthenThe cold begins to strengthen.
CANTALOUPES! Cantaloupes! What is the price?Eight for a dollar, and all very nice.
PAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, baker's man!Make me a cake as fast as you can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,And there will be enough for Baby and me.
AS I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven cats,Every cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?[One]
BYE, baby, bunting,Daddy's gone a-hunting,To get a little rabbit skinTo wrap his baby bunting in.AS Tommy Snooks and Bessy BrooksWere walking out one Sunday,Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,"To-morrow will be Monday."BOW-WOW-WOW,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tucker's dog,Bow-wow-wow.Tommy Snooks
BYE, baby, bunting,Daddy's gone a-hunting,To get a little rabbit skinTo wrap his baby bunting in.
AS Tommy Snooks and Bessy BrooksWere walking out one Sunday,Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,"To-morrow will be Monday."
BOW-WOW-WOW,Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tucker's dog,Bow-wow-wow.
Pease porridgePEASE-porridge hot,Pease-porridge cold,Pease-porridge in the potNine days old.Spell methatin four letters.I will.T-H-A-T.RING the bell!Knock at the door!Lift up the latch!And walk in!
PEASE-porridge hot,Pease-porridge cold,Pease-porridge in the potNine days old.Spell methatin four letters.I will.T-H-A-T.
RING the bell!Knock at the door!Lift up the latch!And walk in!
RUB-A-DUB-DUB,Three men in a tub;And who do you think they be?The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;Turn 'em out, knaves all three!PLEASE to rememberThe Fifth of November,Gunpowder, treason, and plot;I know no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.
RUB-A-DUB-DUB,Three men in a tub;And who do you think they be?The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
PLEASE to rememberThe Fifth of November,Gunpowder, treason, and plot;I know no reasonWhy gunpowder treasonShould ever be forgot.
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,While I am singing and mowing my corn.
POOR Dog BrightRan off with all his might,Because the cat was after him—Poor Dog Bright!Poor Cat FrightRan off with all her might,Because the dog was after her—Poor Cat Fright!ALL of a row,Bend the bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.THE cock doth crow,To let you know,If you be well,'Tis time to rise.THE dove says, "Coo, coo, what shall I do?I can scarce maintain two.""Pooh! pooh!" says the wren; "I have got ten,And keep them all like gentlemen."
POOR Dog BrightRan off with all his might,Because the cat was after him—Poor Dog Bright!Poor Cat FrightRan off with all her might,Because the dog was after her—Poor Cat Fright!
ALL of a row,Bend the bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.
THE cock doth crow,To let you know,If you be well,'Tis time to rise.
THE dove says, "Coo, coo, what shall I do?I can scarce maintain two.""Pooh! pooh!" says the wren; "I have got ten,And keep them all like gentlemen."
THIS little pig went to market.This little pig stayed home.This little pig had roast meat.This little pig had none.This little pig went to the barn doorAnd cried week, week, for more.This little pigTHe King of France went up the hillWith twenty thousand men;The King of France came down the hill,And ne'er went up again.
THIS little pig went to market.This little pig stayed home.This little pig had roast meat.This little pig had none.This little pig went to the barn doorAnd cried week, week, for more.
THe King of France went up the hillWith twenty thousand men;The King of France came down the hill,And ne'er went up again.
Boy Blue
LITTLE boy blue, come blow your horn;The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?He's under the hay-cock, fast a-sleep.Will you wake him? No, not I;For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
SEE saw, Margery Daw,Jenny shall have a new master;She shall have but a penny a-day,Because she can't work any faster.HERE stands a post,—Who put it there?A better man than you:Touch it if you dare?ADUCK and a drake,And a halfpenny cake,With a penny to pay the old baker.A hop and a scotchIs another notch,Slitherum, slatherum, take her.I'LL tell you a story,About John-a-Nory:And now my story's begun.I'll tell you another,About Jack and his brother,And now my story's done.TOSS up my darling, toss him up high,Don't let his head, though, hit the blue sky.
SEE saw, Margery Daw,Jenny shall have a new master;She shall have but a penny a-day,Because she can't work any faster.
HERE stands a post,—Who put it there?A better man than you:Touch it if you dare?
ADUCK and a drake,And a halfpenny cake,With a penny to pay the old baker.A hop and a scotchIs another notch,Slitherum, slatherum, take her.
I'LL tell you a story,About John-a-Nory:And now my story's begun.I'll tell you another,About Jack and his brother,And now my story's done.
TOSS up my darling, toss him up high,Don't let his head, though, hit the blue sky.
TRIP and go, heave and ho!Up and down, to and fro;From the town to the grove,Two and two, let us rove,A-maying, a-playing;Love hath no gainsaying!So merrily trip and go!So merrily trip and go!GREAT A, little A,This is pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing Heigh-ho!SING, sing!—What shall I sing?The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string!JACK SpratHad a cat,It had but one ear;It went to buy butterWhen butter was dear.
TRIP and go, heave and ho!Up and down, to and fro;From the town to the grove,Two and two, let us rove,A-maying, a-playing;Love hath no gainsaying!So merrily trip and go!So merrily trip and go!
GREAT A, little A,This is pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing Heigh-ho!
SING, sing!—What shall I sing?The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string!
JACK SpratHad a cat,It had but one ear;It went to buy butterWhen butter was dear.
MARGARET wrote a letter,Sealed it with her finger,Threw it in the damFor the dusty miller.Dusty was his coat,Dusty was the siller,Dusty was the kissI'd from the dusty miller.If I had my pocketsFull of gold and siller,I would give it allTomy dusty miller.Dusty miller
MARGARET wrote a letter,Sealed it with her finger,Threw it in the damFor the dusty miller.Dusty was his coat,Dusty was the siller,Dusty was the kissI'd from the dusty miller.If I had my pocketsFull of gold and siller,I would give it allTomy dusty miller.
POLLY, Dolly, Kate and Molly,All are filled with pride and folly.GoosePolly tattles,Dolly wriggles,Katy rattles,Molly giggles;Whoe'er knew such constant rattling,Wriggling, giggling, noise, and tattling
WHEN I was taken from the fair body,They then cut off my head,And thus my shape was altered.It's I that make peace between King and ring,And many a true lover glad.All this I do, and ten times more,And more I could do still;But nothing can I doWithout my guider's will.[A quill pen]POLLY put the kettle on,Susy took it off;Aunt Jemima's little girlHas got the whooping cough.PHOEBE rode a nanny goat,Susy broke her leg,Father took his wedding coatAnd hung it on a peg.
WHEN I was taken from the fair body,They then cut off my head,And thus my shape was altered.It's I that make peace between King and ring,And many a true lover glad.All this I do, and ten times more,And more I could do still;But nothing can I doWithout my guider's will.[A quill pen]
THERE was an old womanLived under a hill;She put a mouse in a bag,And sent it to the mill.The miller declar'dBy the point of his knife,He never took tollOf a mouse in his life.DING, dong, bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in?Little Johnny Green;Who pulled her out,Big Tom Stout;What a naughty boy was thatTo try and drown poor pussy cat,Who never did any harm,And killed the mice in his father's barn."JOHN, come sell thy fiddle,And buy thy wife a gown.""No, I'll not sell my fiddle,For ne'er a wife in town."
AS I was going up Pippen Hill,Pippen Hill was dirty;There I met a pretty Miss,And she dropped me a curtsy.Little Miss, pretty Miss,Blessing light upon you;If I had half a crown a-day,I'd spend it all upon you.OVER the water,And under the water,And always with its head down.[Icicle]curtsy
AS I was going up Pippen Hill,Pippen Hill was dirty;There I met a pretty Miss,And she dropped me a curtsy.Little Miss, pretty Miss,Blessing light upon you;If I had half a crown a-day,I'd spend it all upon you.OVER the water,And under the water,And always with its head down.[Icicle]
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them
LITTLE BO-PEEP has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them;Let them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleepAnd dreamt she heard them bleating:But when she awoke she found it a joke,For still they all were fleeting.Then up she took her little crook,Determined for to find them;She found 'em indeed, but it made her heart bleed,For they'd left their tails behind 'em.It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did strayUnto a meadow hard by,There she espied their tails, side by side,All hung on a tree to dry.
HIGHER than a house, higher than a tree,Oh, whatever can it be?[A Star]THE two gray kitsAnd the gray kits' motherAll went overThe bridge together.The bridge broke down,They all fell in;May the rats go with you,Says Tom Robin.goose2
Elsie Marley
ELSIE Marley has grown so fine,She won't get up to serve the swine;But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.
[Game on a child's features]
HERE sits the Lord MayorforeheadHere sit his two meneyesHere sits the cockright cheekHere sits the henleft cheekHere sit the little chickenstop of noseHere they run inmouthChinchopper, chinchopper,Chinchopper, chin!chuck the chin
THERE was an old woman she lived under a hill,And if she's not gone, she lives there still.Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies,And she's the old woman that never told lies.
THE rose is red, the violet is blue,The gillyflower is sweet and so are you:These are the words you bade me sayFor a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.TOM, Tom, the piper's son,He learnt to play when he was young.He with his pipe made such a noise,That he pleased all the girls and boys.SOME little mice sat in a barn to spin,Pussy came by, and she popped her head in;"Shall I come in and cut your threads off?""Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off."
COCK crows in the morn,To tell us to rise.And he who lies lateWill never be wise:For early to bed,And early to rise,Is the way to be healthyAnd wealthy and wise.DING, dong, darrow,The cat and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall be hanged to-morrow.rooster
COCK crows in the morn,To tell us to rise.And he who lies lateWill never be wise:For early to bed,And early to rise,Is the way to be healthyAnd wealthy and wise.DING, dong, darrow,The cat and the sparrow;The little dog has burnt his tail,And he shall be hanged to-morrow.
to marketTO market,to market,to buy a plum cake,Home again,home again,market is late;To market,to market,to buy a plum bun,Home again, home again, market is done.
THERE was a little girl who wore a little hood,And a curl down the middle of her forehead;When she was good, she was very, very good,But when she was bad, she was horrid.BRYAN O'LIN had no breeches to wear,So he bought him a sheepskin and made him a pair.With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,"Ah, ha, that is warm!" said Bryan O'Lin.DOGS in the garden, catch 'em, Towser;Cows in the cornfield, run, boys, run;Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run, girls;Fire on the mountains, run, boys, run.
Lucy LocketLUCY Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it:Not a penny in it,But a ribbon 'round it.Kitty Fisher
One foot up, the other foot down
One foot up, the other foot down,And that is the way to London town
SEE-SAW, sacaradown, sacaradown.Which is the way to London town?One foot up, and the other foot down,That is the way to London town.ON Saturday night, it shall be my careTo powder my locks and curl my hair.On Sunday morning, my love will come in,When he will marry me with a gold ring.DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come up to townIn a fine petticoat and a green gown.
boyBAA, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, sir, yes, sir,Three bags full:One for the master,One for the dame,But none for the little boyWho cries in the lane.black sheep
PITTY Patty Polt,Shoe the wild colt;Here a nail,And there a nail,Pitty Patty Polt.EGGS, butter, cheese, bread,Stick, stock, stone, dead.Stick him up, stick him down,Stick him in the old man's crown.AS high as a castle,As weak as a wastle;And all the king's horsesCannot pull it down.[Smoke]JOSEPH Smith bought a rake,And sold it for some corn;He lived a week on johnny cake,And now he's dead and gone.SHOE the horse, and shoe the mare,But let the little colt go bare.
SHOE the horse, and shoe the mare,But let the little colt go bare.
old womanTHERE was an Old Woman,And what do you think?She lived upon nothing butVictuals and drink;And though victuals and drinkWere the chief of her diet,This little Old WomanCould never be quiet.MY story's ended, spoon is bended;If you don't like it,Go to the next door,And get it mended.
THERE was an Old Woman,And what do you think?She lived upon nothing butVictuals and drink;And though victuals and drinkWere the chief of her diet,This little Old WomanCould never be quiet.MY story's ended, spoon is bended;If you don't like it,Go to the next door,And get it mended.
COME when you're called,Do what you're bid;Shut the door after you,Never be chid.LITTLE Robin Red-breastSat upon a rail,Needle, naddle, went his head,Wiggle, waggle, went his tail.THERE was an old crowSat upon a clod;There's an end of my song,That's odd!PLAY, play every day,Harry throws his time away.He must work and he must read,And then he'll be a man indeed.SEE-saw-Jack in the hedge,Which is the way to London Bridge?
SEE-saw-Jack in the hedge,Which is the way to London Bridge?
candleLITTLE Nancy Etticote,In a white petticoat,With a red nose;The longer she stands,The shorter she grows.[A Candle]ARED sky at nightIs the shepherd's delight.A red sky in the morningIs the shepherd's warning.
LITTLE Nancy Etticote,In a white petticoat,With a red nose;The longer she stands,The shorter she grows.[A Candle]ARED sky at nightIs the shepherd's delight.A red sky in the morningIs the shepherd's warning.
THERE was a little boy and a little girlLived in our 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!"LITTLE drops of water,Little grains of sand,Make the mighty ocean,And the pleasant land.MADE in London,Sold at New York,Stops a bottle,And is a cork.AGOOD child, a good child,As I suppose you be;Never laugh nor smile,At the tickling of your knee.PIT, pat, well-a-day,Little Robin flew away;Where can little Robin be?Gone into the cherry-tree.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey
LITTLE Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;There came a spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.LITTLE lad, little lad,Where wast thou born?Far off in Lancashire,Under a thorn;Where they sup sour milkFrom a ram's horn.
HINK minx! the old witch winks,The fat begins to fry:There's nobody home but jumping Joan,Father, Mother, and I.LITTLE Cock Robin peeped out of his cabinTo see the cold winter come in.Tit for tat, what matter for that?He'll hide his head under his wing!
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.THE cock's on the housetop blowing his horn;The bull's in the barn a-threshing of corn;The maids in the meadows are making of hay;The ducks in the river are swimming away.Little girl
Little maidLITTLE 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."THE girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,Cried, "Gobble, gobble, gobble:"The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.
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."THE girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain,Cried, "Gobble, gobble, gobble:"The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble.