The Real Mother Goose
LITTLE BO-PEEPLittle Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,And can't tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,And 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 them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,For they'd left all 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.She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye,And over the hillocks she raced;And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,That each tail should be properly placed.
LITTLE BO-PEEP
LITTLE BOY BLUELittle 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?Under the haystack, fast asleep!
LITTLE BOY BLUE
RAINRain, rain, go away,Come again another day;Little Johnny wants to play.Rain
RAIN
THE 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.The Clock
THE CLOCK
WINTERCold and raw the north wind doth blow,Bleak in the morning early;All the hills are covered with snow,And winter's now come fairly.Fingers and ToesFINGERS AND TOESEvery lady in this landHas twenty nails, upon each handFive, and twenty on hands and feet:All this is true, without deceit.A SEASONABLE SONGPiping hot, smoking hot.What I've gotYou have not.Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot;Hot gray pease, hot.
WINTER
Fingers and ToesFINGERS AND TOESEvery lady in this landHas twenty nails, upon each handFive, and twenty on hands and feet:All this is true, without deceit.
FINGERS AND TOES
A SEASONABLE SONGPiping hot, smoking hot.What I've gotYou have not.Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot;Hot gray pease, hot.
A SEASONABLE SONG
DAME TROT AND HER CATDame Trot and her catLed a peaceable life,When they were not troubledWith other folks' strife.When Dame had her dinnerPussy would wait,And was sure to receiveA nice piece from her plate.
DAME TROT AND HER CAT
THREE CHILDREN ON THE ICEThree children sliding on the iceUpon a summer's day,As it fell out, they all fell in,The rest they ran away.Oh, had these children been at school,Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one pennyThey had not then been drowned.Ye parents who have children dear,And ye, too, who have none,If you would keep them safe abroadPray keep them safe at home.
THREE CHILDREN ON THE ICE
CROSS PATCHCross patch, draw the latch,Sit by the fire and spin;Take a cup and drink it up,Then call your neighbors in.
CROSS PATCH
The Old Woman Under a HillTHE OLD WOMAN UNDER A HILLThere was an old womanLived under a hill;And if she's not gone,She lives there still.
THE OLD WOMAN UNDER A HILL
TWEEDLE-DUM AND TWEEDLE-DEETweedle-dum and Tweedle-deeResolved to have a battle,For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-deeHad spoiled his nice new rattle.Just then flew by a monstrous crow,As big as a tar barrel,Which frightened both the heroes so,They quite forgot their quarrel.
TWEEDLE-DUM AND TWEEDLE-DEE
OH, DEAR!Dear, dear! what can the matter be?Two old women got up in an apple-tree;One came down, and the other stayed till Saturday.Oh Dear!
OH, DEAR!
OLD MOTHER GOOSEOld Mother Goose, whenShe wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.
OLD MOTHER GOOSE
LITTLE JUMPING JOANHere am I, little jumping Joan,When nobody's with meI'm always alone.
LITTLE JUMPING JOAN
ROBIN REDBREASTLittle Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,Up went Pussy-Cat, down went he,Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran,Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can!"Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?Pussy-Cat said: "Mew, mew, mew," and Robin flew away.
ROBIN REDBREAST
Pat-a-CakePAT-A-CAKEPat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,Baker's man!So I do, master,As fast as I can.Pat it, and prick it,And mark it with T,Put it in the ovenFor Tommy and me.
PAT-A-CAKE
MONEY AND THE MARE"Lend me thy mare to ride a mile.""She is lamed, leaping over a stile.""Alack! and I must keep the fair!I'll give thee money for thy mare.""Oh, oh! say you so?Money will make the mare to go!"
MONEY AND THE MARE
A MELANCHOLY SONGTrip upon trenchers,And dance upon dishes,My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;She bid me go lightly,And come again quickly,For fear the young men should do me some harm.Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,What naughty tricks they put upon me?They broke my pitcherAnd spilt the water,And huffed my mother,And chid her daughter,And kissed my sister instead of me.A Melancholy Song
A MELANCHOLY SONG
JackJACKJack be nimble, Jack be quick,Jack jump over the candlestick.
JACK
GOING TO ST. IVESAs I was going to St. IvesI 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 going to St. Ives?
GOING TO ST. IVES
THIRTY DAYS HATH SEPTEMBERThirty days hath September,April, June, and November;February has twenty-eight alone,All the rest have thirty-one,Excepting leap-year, that's the timeWhen February's days are twenty-nine.
THIRTY DAYS HATH SEPTEMBER
Baby DollyBABY DOLLYHush, baby, my dolly, I pray you don't cry,And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by;Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart,Then to either you're welcome, with all my heart.
BABY DOLLY
BEESA swarm of bees in MayIs worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in JuneIs worth a silver spoon;A swarm of bees in JulyIs not worth a fly.Bees
BEES
If Wishes were HorsesIF WISHES WERE HORSESIf wishes were horses, beggars would ride.If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.And if "ifs" and "ands"Were pots and pans,There'd be no work for tinkers!
IF WISHES WERE HORSES
To Market, To Market, To Buy a Fat PigTO 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.To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,Home again, home again, market is done.
TO MARKET
COME OUT TO PLAYGirls and boys, come out to play,The moon doth shine as bright as day;Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,And come with your playfellows into the street.Come with a whoop, come with a call,Come with a good will or not at all.Up the ladder and down the wall,A half-penny roll will serve us all.You find milk, and I'll find flour,And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
COME OUT TO PLAY
OLD CHAIRS TO MENDIf I'd as much money as I could spend,I never would cry old chairs to mend;Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;I never would cry old chairs to mend.If I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry old clothes to sell;Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;I never would cry old clothes to sell.Old Chairs to Mend
OLD CHAIRS TO MEND
Robin and RichardROBIN AND RICHARDRobin and Richard were two pretty men,They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!You go before, with the bottle and bag,And I will come after on little Jack Nag."
ROBIN AND RICHARD
A MAN AND A MAIDThere 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, yea or nay,For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded."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?"
A MAN AND A MAID
HERE GOES MY LORDHere goes my lordA trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,Here goes my ladyA canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!Here goes my young masterJockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch!Here goes my young missAn amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine,And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.
HERE GOES MY LORD
THE CLEVER HENI had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean;She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,She brought it home in less than an hour;She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.The Clever Hen
THE CLEVER HEN
TWO BIRDSThere were two birds sat on a stone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;One flew away, and then there was one,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;The other bird flew after,And then there was none,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;And so the stoneWas left alone,Fa, la, la, la, lal, de.Two Birds
TWO BIRDS
LEG OVER LEGLeg over leg,As the dog went to Dover;When he came to a stile,Jump, he went over.
LEG OVER LEG
LUCY LOCKETLucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;Nothing in it, nothing in it,But the binding round it.Lucy Locket
LUCY LOCKET
WHEN JENNY WREN WAS YOUNG'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young,So daintily she danced and so prettily she sung,Robin Redbreast lost his heart, for he was a gallant bird.So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren, requesting to be heard."Oh, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,You shall feed on cherry pie and drink new currant wine,I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay,So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day."Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind:"Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I'll take your offer kind.Cherry pie is very nice and so is currant wine,But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine."
WHEN JENNY WREN WAS YOUNG
BarberBARBERBarber, barber, shave a pig.How many hairs will make a wig?Four and twenty; that's enough.Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
BARBER
SOLOMON GRUNDYSolomon Grundy,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.
SOLOMON GRUNDY
THE FLYING PIGDickory, dickory, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon broughthim down,Dickory,dickory,dare.The Flying Pig
THE FLYING PIG
Hush-a-byeHUSH-A-BYEHush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top!When the wind blows the cradle will rock;When the bough breaks the cradle will fall;Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all.
HUSH-A-BYE
BURNIE BEEBurnie bee, burnie bee,Tell me when your wedding be?If it be to-morrow day,Take your wings and fly away.
BURNIE BEE
THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAMThree wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;If the bowl had been strongerMy song had been longer.Three Wise Men of Gotham
THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAM
THE HUNTER OF REIGATEA man went a-hunting at Reigate,And wished to leap over a high gate.Says the owner, "Go round,With your gun and your hound,For you never shall leap over my gate."
THE HUNTER OF REIGATE
LITTLE POLLY FLINDERSLittle Polly FlindersSat among the cindersWarming her pretty little toes;Her mother came and caught her,Whipped her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.
LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS
RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAYRide away, ride away,Johnny shall ride,And he shall have pussy-catTied to one side;And he shall have little dogTied to the other,And Johnny shall rideTo see his grandmother.
RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY
Pippen HillPIPPEN HILLAs 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,Blessings light upon you;If I had half-a-crown a day,I'd spend it all upon you.
PIPPEN HILL
PUSSY-CAT AND QUEEN"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,Where have you been?""I've been to LondonTo look at the Queen.""Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,What did you there?""I frightened a little mouseUnder the chair."Pussy-Cat and Queen
PUSSY-CAT AND QUEEN
THE WINDSMister East gave a feast;Mister North laid the cloth;Mister West did his best;Mister South burnt his mouthEating cold potato.
THE WINDS
CLAP HANDIESClap, clap handies,Mammie's wee, wee ain;Clap, clap handies,Daddie's comin' hame,Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;Clap, clap handies,My wee, wee ain.
CLAP HANDIES
JUST LIKE ME"I went up one pair of stairs.""Just like me.""I went up two pairs of stairs.""Just like me.""I went into a room.""Just like me.""I looked out of a window.""Just like me.""And there I saw a monkey.""Just like me."
JUST LIKE ME
Heigh-Ho, The Carrion CrowHEIGH-HO, THE 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, loi 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!Heigh-Ho, The Carrion Crow
HEIGH-HO, THE CARRION CROW
PLAY DAYSHow many days has my baby to play?Saturday, Sunday, Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
PLAY DAYS
CHRISTMASChristmas comes but once a year,And when it comes it brings good cheer.
CHRISTMAS
ELIZABETHElizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,They all went together to seek a bird's nest;They found a bird's nest with five eggs in,They all took one, and left four in.
ELIZABETH
ABCABCGreat A, little a,Bouncing B!The cat's in the cupboard,And can't see me.
ABC
A NEEDLE AND THREADOld Mother Twitchett had but one eye,And a long tail which she let fly;And every time she went through a gap,A bit of her tail she left in a trap.
A NEEDLE AND THREAD
BANBURY CROSSRide a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old lady upon a white horse.Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.Ride a Cock-Horse to Banbury Cross
BANBURY CROSS
THE MAN IN OUR TOWNThere was a man in our town,And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a bramble bush,And scratched out both his eyes;But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and main,He jumped into another bush,And scratched 'em in again.The Man in Our Town
THE MAN IN OUR TOWN
Georgy PorgyGEORGY PORGYGeorgy Porgy, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry.When the boys came out to play,Georgy Porgy ran away.
GEORGY PORGY
FOR EVERY EVILFor every evil under the sunThere is a remedy or there is none.If there be one, seek till you find it;If there be none, never mind it.
FOR EVERY EVIL
CUSHY COWCushy cow, bonny, let down thy milk,And I will give thee a gown of silk;A gown of silk and a silver tee,If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
CUSHY COW
Wee Willie WinkieWEE WILLIE WINKIEWee Willie Winkie runs through the town,Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,"Are the children in their beds? Now it's eight o'clock."
WEE WILLIE WINKIE
About the BushABOUT THE BUSHAbout the bush, Willie,About the beehive,About the bush, Willie,I'll meet thee alive.
ABOUT THE BUSH
SEE-SAWSee-saw, Margery Daw,Sold her bed and lay upon straw.See-Saw
SEE-SAW
ROBIN-A-BOBBINRobin-a-BobbinBent his bow,Shot at a pigeon,And killed a crow.
ROBIN-A-BOBBIN
JOHN SMITHIs John Smith within?Yes, that he is.Can he set a shoe?Ay, marry, two.Here a nail, there a nail,Tick, tack, too.
JOHN SMITH
SIMPLE SIMONSimple Simon met a pieman,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Let me taste your ware."Says the pieman to Simple Simon,"Show me first your penny,"Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Indeed, I have not any."Simple Simon went a-fishingFor to catch a whale;All the water he could findWas in his mother's pail!Simple Simon went to lookIf plums grew on a thistle;He pricked his fingers very much,Which made poor Simon whistle.He went to catch a dicky bird,And thought he could not fail,Because he had a little salt,To put upon its tail.He went for water with a sieve,But soon it ran all through;And now poor Simple SimonBids you all adieu.
SIMPLE SIMON
FIVE TOESThis little pig went to market;This little pig stayed at home;This little pig had roast beef;This little pig had none;This little pig said, "Wee, wee!I can't find my way home."Five Toes
FIVE TOES
THREE BLIND MICEThree blind mice! See how they run!They all ran after the farmer's wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?Three Blind Mice
THREE BLIND MICE
A Little ManA LITTLE MANThere was a little man, and he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,And shot it right through the head, head, head.He carried it home to his old wife Joan,And bade her a fire to make, make, make.To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail;The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.
A LITTLE MAN
DOCTOR FOSTERDoctor Foster went to Glo'ster,In a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,And never went there again.Doctor Foster
DOCTOR FOSTER
Diddle Diddle DumplingDIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLINGDiddle diddle dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his breeches on,One stocking off, and one stocking on;Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING
JERRY HALLJerry Hall, he was so small,A rat could eat him, hat and all.
JERRY HALL
LENGTHENING DAYSAs the days grow longerThe storms grow stronger.
LENGTHENING DAYS
THE BLACK HENHickety, pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.The Black Hen
THE BLACK HEN
A CANDLELittle Nanny EtticoatIn a white petticoat,And a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.A Candle
A CANDLE
THE MISTA hill full, a hole full,Yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
THE MIST
MISS MUFFETLittle Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating of curds and whey;There came a big spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.
MISS MUFFET
CURLY-LOCKSCurly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seamAnd feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.Curly-Locks, Curly-Locks, Wilt Thou Be Mine?
CURLY-LOCKS
Humpty-DumptyHUMPTY DUMPTYHumpty Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;All the King's horses, and all the King's menCannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.
HUMPTY DUMPTY
ONE, TWO, THREEOne, two, three, four, five,Once I caught a fish alive.Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,But I let it go again.Why did you let it go?Because it bit my finger so.Which finger did it bite?The little one upon the right.
ONE, TWO, THREE
THE DOVE AND THE WRENThe dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?I can scarce maintain two.Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I've got ten,And keep them all like gentlemen.
THE DOVE AND THE WREN
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.
MASTER I HAVE
PINSSee a pin and pick it up,All the day you'll have good luck.See a pin and let it lay,Bad luck you'll have all the day.Pins
PINS
SHALL WE GO A-SHEARING?"Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?""Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.""Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?""Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly."
SHALL WE GO A-SHEARING?
Goosey, Goosey, GanderGOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDERGoosey, goosey, gander,Whither dost thou wander?Upstairs and downstairsAnd in my lady's chamber.There I met an old manWho wouldn't say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him down the stairs.
GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER
THE COCK AND THE HEN"Cock, cock, cock, cock,I've laid an egg,Am I to gang ba--are-foot?""Hen, hen, hen, hen,I've been up and downTo every shop in town,And cannot find a shoeTo fit your foot,If I'd crow my hea--art out."
THE COCK AND THE HEN
Blue Bell BoyBLUE BELL BOYI had a 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.
BLUE BELL BOY
OLD MOTHER HUBBARDOld Mother HubbardWent to the cupboard,To give her poor dog a bone;But when she got thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.She went to the baker'sTo buy him some bread;When she came backThe dog was dead.She went to the undertaker'sTo buy him a coffin;When she got backThe dog was laughing.She took a clean dishTo get him some tripe;When she came backHe was smoking a pipe.She went to the alehouseTo get him some beer;When she came backThe dog sat in a chair.She went to the tavernFor white wine and red;When she came backThe dog stood on his head.She went to the hatter'sTo buy him a hat;When she came backHe was feeding the cat.She went to the barber'sTo buy him a wig;When she came backHe was dancing a jig.She went to the fruiterer'sTo buy him some fruit;When she came backHe was playing the flute.She went to the tailor'sTo buy him a coat;When she came backHe was riding a goat.She went to the cobbler'sTo buy him some shoes;When she came backHe was reading the news.She went to the sempster'sTo buy him some linen;When she came backThe dog was a-spinning.She went to the hosier'sTo buy him some hose;When she came backHe was dressed in his clothes.The dame made a curtsy,The dog made a bow;The dame said, "Your servant,"The dog said, "Bow-wow."
OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
WHY MAY NOT I LOVE JOHNNY?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?Why May I not Love Johnny?
WHY MAY NOT I LOVE JOHNNY?
Jack JelfJACK JELFLittle Jack JelfWas put on the shelfBecause he could not spell "pie";When his aunt, Mrs. Grace,Saw his sorrowful face,She could not help saying, "Oh, fie!"And since Master JelfWas put on the shelfBecause he could not spell "pie,"Let him stand there so grim,And no more about him,For I wish him a very good-bye!
JACK JELF
JACK SPRATJack SpratCould eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so,Betwixt them both,They licked the platter clean.Jack Sprat
JACK SPRAT
THE GIRL IN THE LANEThe 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.The Girl in the Lane
THE GIRL IN THE LANE
DAFFODILSDaffy-down-dilly has come to townIn a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
DAFFODILS
HUSH-A-BYEHush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,Thy mammy has gone to the mill,To get some meal to bake a cake,So pray, my dear baby, lie still.Hush-a-ByeHUSH-A-BYEHush-a-bye, baby,Daddy is near;Mamma is a lady,And that's very clear.
HUSH-A-BYE
Hush-a-ByeHUSH-A-BYEHush-a-bye, baby,Daddy is near;Mamma is a lady,And that's very clear.
HUSH-A-BYE
Nancy DawsonNANCY DAWSONNancy Dawson was so fineShe wouldn't get up to serve the swine;She lies in bed till eight or nine,So it's Oh, poor Nancy Dawson.And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey?She won't get up to feed her swine,And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
NANCY DAWSON
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!
HANDY PANDY
Jack and JillJACK AND JILLJack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.Then up Jack got and off did trot,As fast as he could caper,To old Dame Dob, who patched his nobWith vinegar and brown paper.
JACK AND JILL
The AlphabetTHE ALPHABETA, B, C, and D,Pray, playmates, agree.E, F, and G,Well, so it shall be.J, K, and L,In peace we will dwell.M, N, and O,To play let us go.P, Q, R, and S,Love may we possess.W, X, and Y,Will not quarrel or die.Z, and ampersand,Go to school at command.
THE ALPHABET
Dance to Your DaddieDANCE TO YOUR DADDIEDance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie;Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb;You shall get a fishy,On a little dishy;You shall get a fishy, when the boat comes home.
DANCE TO YOUR DADDIE
ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNINGOne misty moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I chanced to meet an old man,Clothed all in leather.He began to complimentAnd I began to grin.How do you do? And how do you do?And how do you do again?One Misty Moisty Morning
ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING
Robin HoodROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHNRobin Hood, Robin Hood,Is in the mickle wood!Little John, Little John,He to the town is gone.Robin Hood, Robin Hood,Telling his beads,All in the greenwoodAmong the green weeds.Little John, Little John,If he comes no more,Robin Hood, Robin Hood,We shall fret full sore!
ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN
RAINRain, rain, go to Spain,And never come back again.
RAIN
THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCEThere came an old woman from FranceWho taught grown-up children to dance;But they were so stiff,She sent them home in a sniff,This sprightly old woman from France.The Old Woman from France
THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCE
TEETH AND GUMSThirty white horses upon a red hill,Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
TEETH AND GUMS
THE ROBINSA robin and a robin's sonOnce went to town to buy a bun.They couldn't decide on plum or plain,And so they went back home again.
THE ROBINS
THE OLD MANThere was an old manIn a velvet coat,He kissed a maidAnd gave her a groat.The groat it was crack'dAnd would not go,--Ah, old man, do you serve me so?The Old Man
THE OLD MAN
T'Other Little TuneT'OTHER LITTLE TUNEI won't be my father's Jack,I won't be my father's Jill;I will be the fiddler's wife,And have music when I will.T'other little tune,T'other little tune,Prithee, Love, play meT'other little tune.
T'OTHER LITTLE TUNE
MY KITTENHey, my kitten, my kitten,And hey, my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as thisWas neither far nor neary.My Kitten
MY KITTEN
IF ALL THE SEAS WERE ONE SEAIf all the seas were one sea,What agreatsea that would be!And if all the trees were one tree,What agreattree that would be!And if all the axes were one axe,What agreataxe that would be!And if all the men were one man,What agreatman he would be!And if thegreatman took thegreataxe,And cut down thegreattree,And let it fall into thegreatsea,What a splish splashthatwould be!
IF ALL THE SEAS WERE ONE SEA
PANCAKE DAYGreat A, little a,This is pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!Pancake Day
PANCAKE DAY
A PLUM PUDDINGFlour of England, fruit of Spain,Met together in a shower of rain;Put in a bag tied round with a string;If you'll tell me this riddle,I'll give you a ring.
A PLUM PUDDING
FOREHEAD, EYES, CHEEKS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND CHINHere sits the Lord Mayor,Here sit his two men,Here sits the cock,Here sits the hen,Here sit the little chickens,Here they run in.Chin-chopper, chin-chopper, chin chopper, chin!Here Sits the Lord Mayor
FOREHEAD, EYES, CHEEKS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND CHIN
A Sure TestA SURE TESTIf you are to be a gentleman,As I suppose you'll be,You'll neither laugh nor smile,For a tickling of the knee.
A SURE TEST
LOCK AND KEY"I am a gold lock.""I am a gold key.""I am a silver lock.""I am a silver key.""I am a brass lock.""I am a brass key.""I am a lead lock.""I am a lead key.""I am a don lock.""I am a don key!"
LOCK AND KEY
THE LION AND THE UNICORNThe Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown,The Lion beat the Unicorn all around the town.Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown,Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
THE LION AND THE UNICORN
THE MERCHANTS OF LONDONHey diddle dinkety poppety pet,The merchants of London they wear scarlet,Silk in the collar and gold in the hem,So merrily march the merchant men.The Merchants of London
THE MERCHANTS OF LONDON
I HAD A LITTLE HUSBANDI had a little husband no bigger than my thumb,I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND
To BabylonTO BABYLONHow many miles is it to Babylon?--Threescore miles and ten.Can I get there by candle-light?--Yes, and back again.If your heels are nimble and light,You may get there by candle-light.
TO BABYLON
I'LL TELL YOU A STORYI'll tell you a storyAbout Jack-a-Nory:And now my story's begun.I'll tell you anotherAbout his brother:And now my story is done.I'll Tell You a Story
I'LL TELL YOU A STORY
A STRANGE OLD WOMANThere was an old woman, and what do you think?She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,And yet this old woman could never be quiet.
A STRANGE OLD WOMAN
Sleep, Baby, SleepSLEEP, 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.
SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP
Little FredLITTLE FREDWhen little Fred went to bed,He always said his prayers;He kissed mamma, and then papa,And straightway went upstairs.
LITTLE FRED
CRY, BABYCry, baby, cry,Put your finger in your eye,And tell your mother it wasn't I.
CRY, BABY
Baa, Baa, Black SheepBAA, 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 boyWho cries in the lane.
BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP
The Cat and the FiddleTHE CAT AND THE FIDDLEHey, diddle, diddle!The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughedTo see such sport,And the dish ran away with the spoon.
THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE
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!
DOCTOR FELL
A COUNTING-OUT RHYMEHickery, dickery, 6 and 7,Alabone, Crackabone, 10 and 11,Spin, spun, muskidun,Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21.
A COUNTING-OUT RHYME
Jack and his FiddleJACK AND HIS FIDDLE"Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle,If ever thou mean to thrive.""Nay, I'll not give my fiddleTo any man alive."If I should give my fiddle,They'll think that I've gone mad;For many a joyous dayMy fiddle and I have had."
JACK AND HIS FIDDLE
BUTTONSButtons, a farthing a pair!Come, who will buy them of me?They're round and sound and pretty,And fit for girls of the city.Come, who will buy them of me?Buttons, a farthing a pair!
BUTTONS
Hot Boiled BeansHOT BOILED BEANSLadies and gentlemen come to supper--Hot boiled beans and very good butter.
HOT BOILED BEANS
Little PussyLITTLE PUSSYI like little Pussy,Her coat is so warm,And if I don't hurt herShe'll do me no harm;So I'll not pull her tail,Nor drive her away,But Pussy and IVery gently will play.
LITTLE PUSSY
Sing a Song of SixpenceSING A SONG OF SIXPENCESing a song of sixpence,A pocket full of rye;Four-and-twenty blackbirdsBaked in a pie!When the pie was openedThe birds began to sing;Was not that a dainty dishTo set before the king?The king was in his counting-house,Counting out his money;The queen was in the parlor,Eating bread and honey.The maid was in the garden,Hanging out the clothes;When down came a blackbirdAnd snapped off her nose.
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Tommy TittlemouseTOMMY TITTLEMOUSELittle Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.
TOMMY TITTLEMOUSE
THE MULBERRY BUSHHere we go round the mulberry bush,The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,Here we go round the mulberry bush.On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we wash our hands,Wash our hands, wash our hands,This is the way we wash our hands,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we wash our clothes.Wash our clothes, wash our clothes,This is the way we wash our clothes,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we go to school,Go to school, go to school,This is the way we go to school,On a cold and frosty morning.This is the way we come out of school,Come out of school, come out of school,This is the way we come out of school,On a cold and frosty morning.
THE MULBERRY BUSH
THE DERBY RAMAs I was going to Derby all on a market-day,I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay;I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more;No more, no more, no more;This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more.The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.The sky, the sky, the sky;As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell;The bell, the bell, the bell;And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.The Derby Ram
THE DERBY RAM
The Hobby-HorseTHE HOBBY-HORSEI had a little hobby-horse,And it was dapple gray;Its head was made of pea-straw,Its tail was made of hay.I sold it to an old womanFor a copper groat;And I'll not sing my song againWithout another coat.
THE HOBBY-HORSE
YOUNG LAMBS TO SELLIf I'd as much money as I could tell,I never would cry young lambs to sell;Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell;I never would cry young lambs to sell.Young Lambs to Sell
YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL
Boy and the SparrowBOY AND THE SPARROWA 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."This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew,And his giblets shall make me a little pie, too.""Oh, no," says the sparrow "I won't make a stew."So he flapped his wings and away he flew.
BOY AND THE SPARROW
OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMANThere was an old woman tossed in a basket,Seventeen times as high as the moon;But where she was going no mortal could tell,For under her arm she carried a broom."Old woman, old woman, old woman,"said I,"Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?""To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;And I'll be with you by-and-by."The Old Woman Tossed in a Basket
OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN
TWO PIGEONSI had two pigeons bright and gay,They flew from me the other day.What was the reason they did go?I cannot tell, for I do not know.Two Pigeons
TWO PIGEONS
THE FIRST OF MAYThe fair maid who, the first of May,Goes to the fields at break of day,And washes in dew from the hawthorn-tree,Will ever after handsome be.The First of May
THE FIRST OF MAY
SULKY SUEHere's Sulky Sue,What shall we do?Turn her face to the wallTill she comes to.Sulky Sue
SULKY SUE
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.Saturday, Sunday
SATURDAY, SUNDAY
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILTThis is the house that Jack built.This is the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack builtThis is the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.This is the farmer sowing the corn,That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.
THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
Little Jenny WrenLITTLE JENNY WRENLittle Jenny Wren fell sick,Upon a time;In came Robin RedbreastAnd brought her cake and wine."Eat well of my cake, Jenny,Drink well of my wine.""Thank you, Robin, kindly,You shall be mine."Jenny she got well,And stood upon her feet,And told Robin plainlyShe loved him not a bit.Robin being angry,Hopped upon a twig,Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you!Bold-faced jig!"
LITTLE JENNY WREN
THE OLD WOMAN AND THE PEDLARThere was an old woman, as I've heard tell,She went to market her eggs for to sell;She went to market all on a market-day,And she fell asleep on the King's highway.There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,He cut her petticoats all round about;He cut her petticoats up to the knees,Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.When the little old woman first did wake,She began to shiver and she began to shake;She began to wonder and she began to cry,"Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!"But if it be I, as I hope it be,I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."Home went the little woman all in the dark;Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;He began to bark, so she began to cry,"Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!"The Old Woman and the Pedlar
THE OLD WOMAN AND THE PEDLAR
Bobby SnooksBOBBY SNOOKSLittle Bobby Snooks was fond of his books,And loved by his usher and master;But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye,And carries his nose in a plaster.
BOBBY SNOOKS
THE LITTLE MOPPETI had a little moppet,I put it in my pocket,And fed it with corn and hay.There came a proud beggar.And swore he should have her;And stole my little moppet away.The Little Moppet
THE LITTLE MOPPET
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILINGI saw a ship a-sailing,A-sailing on the sea;And, oh! it was all ladenWith pretty things for thee!There were comfits 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 miceWith chains about their necks.The captain was a duck,With a packet on his back;And when the ship began to move,The captain said, "Quack! Quack!"
I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING
A WALNUTAs soft as silk, as white as milk,As bitter as gall, a strong wall,And a green coat covers me all.
A WALNUT
THE MAN IN THE MOONThe Man in the Moon came tumbling down,And asked the way to Norwich;He went by the south, and burnt his mouthWith eating cold pease porridge.The Man in the Moon
THE MAN IN THE MOON
ONE, HE LOVESOne, he loves; two, he loves;Three, he loves, they say;Four, he loves with all his heart;Five, he casts away.Six, he loves; seven, she loves;Eight, they both love.Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;Eleven, he courts; twelve, he marries.
ONE, HE LOVES
BAT, BATBat, bat,Come under my hat,And I'll give you a slice of bacon;And when I bakeI'll give you a cakeIf I am not mistaken.
BAT, BAT
Hark! Hark! The Dogs do Bark!HARK! HARK!Hark, hark! the dogs do bark!Beggars are coming to town:Some in jags, and some in rags,And some in velvet gown.
HARK! HARK!
THE HARTThe hart he loves the high wood,The hare she loves the hill;The Knight he loves his bright sword,The Lady--loves her will.
THE HART
My LoveMY LOVESaw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?A peck of meal upon her back,A babby in her basket;Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?
MY LOVE
THE MAN OF BOMBAYThere was a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sunshiny day;When a bird called a snipeFlew away with his pipe,Which vexed the fat man of BombayThe Man of Bombay
THE MAN OF BOMBAY
Poor Old Robinson Crusoe!POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!They made him a coatOf an old Nanny goat.I wonder why they should do so!With a ring-a-ting-tang,And a ring-a-ting-tang,Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!
A SIEVEA riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,A hundred eyes and never a nose!
A SIEVE
My Maid MaryMY MAID MARYMy maid Mary she minds the dairy,While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;Gaily run the reel and the little spinning wheel,While I am singing and mowing my corn.
MY MAID MARY
A DIFFICULT RHYMEWhat is the rhyme for porringer?The king he had a daughter fair,And gave the Prince of Orange her.
A DIFFICULT RHYME
PRETTY JOHN WATTSPretty John Watts,We are troubled with rats.Will you drive them out of the house?We have mice, too, in plenty,That feast in the pantry,But let them stayAnd nibble away,What harm in a little brown mouse?
PRETTY JOHN WATTS
I Love SixpenceI LOVE SIXPENCEI love sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence,I love sixpence as my life;I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it,I took a penny home to my wife.Oh, my little fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence,I love fourpence as my life;I spent twopence of it, I spent twopence of it,And I took twopence home to my wife.
I LOVE SIXPENCE
GOOD ADVICECome when you're called,Do what you're bid,Shut the door after you,And never be chid.
GOOD ADVICE
BYE, BABY BUNTINGBye, baby bunting,Father's gone a-hunting,Mother's gone a-milking,Sister's gone a-silking,And brother's gone to buy a skinTo wrap the baby bunting in.
BYE, BABY BUNTING
TOM, 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 ran crying down the street.
TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON
Comical FolkCOMICAL FOLKIn a cottage in FifeLived a man and his wifeWho, believe me, were comical folk;For, to people's surprise,They both saw with their eyes,And their tongues moved whenever they spoke!When they were asleep,I'm told, that to keepTheir eyes open they could not contrive;They both walked on their feet,And 'twas thought what they eatHelped, with drinking, to keep them alive!
COMICAL FOLK
Tommy SnooksTOMMY SNOOKSAs Tommy Snooks and Bessy BrooksWere walking out one Sunday,Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,"Wilt marry me on Monday?"
TOMMY SNOOKS
Cock-CrowCOCK-CROWCocks crow in the mornTo tell us to rise,And he who lies lateWill never be wise;For early to bedAnd early to rise,Is the way to be healthyAnd wealthy and wise.
COCK-CROW
THE THREE SONSThere was an old woman had three sons,Jerry and James and John,Jerry was hanged, 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 THREE SONS
THE BLACKSMITH"Robert Barnes, my fellow fine,Can you shoe this horse of mine?""Yes, good sir, that I can,As well as any other man;There's a nail, and there's a prod,Now, good sir, your horse is shod."The Blacksmith
THE BLACKSMITH
TWO GRAY KITSThe two gray kits,And the gray kits' mother,All went overThe bridge together.The bridge broke down,They all fell in;"May the rats go with you,"Says Tom Bolin.
TWO GRAY KITS
ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOEOne, 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,Dig and delve;Thirteen, fourteen,Maids a-courting;Fifteen, sixteen,Maids in the kitchen;Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting;Nineteen, twenty,My plate's empty.
ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE
Cock-a-Doodle-Doo!COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!Cock-a-doodle-do!My dame has lost her shoe,My master's lost his fiddle-stickAnd knows not 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!
PAIRS OR PEARSTwelve pairs hanging high,Twelve knights riding by,Each knight took a pear,And yet left a dozen there.
PAIRS OR PEARS
BELLEISLEAt the siege of BelleisleI was there all the while,All the while, all the while,At the siege of Belleisle.
BELLEISLE
OLD KING COLEOld King ColeWas 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!And 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 rareAs can compareWith King Cole and his fiddlers three.
OLD KING COLE
SEE, SEESee, see! What shall I see?A horse's head where his tail should be.
SEE, SEE
A WELLAs round as an apple, as deep as a cup,And all the king's horses can't fill it up.
A WELL
Coffee and TeaCOFFEE AND TEAMolly, my sister and I fell out,And what do you think it was all about?She loved coffee and I loved tea,And that was the reason we couldn't agree.
COFFEE AND TEA
PUSSY-CAT MEWPussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal,And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milkUntil her best petticoat's mended with silk.
PUSSY-CAT MEW
Dapple-GrayDAPPLE-GRAYI had a little pony,His name was Dapple-Gray,I lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.
DAPPLE-GRAY
The Little Girl with a CurlTHE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURLThere was a little girl who had a little curlRight in the middle of her forehead;When she was good, she was very, very good,And when she was bad she was horrid.
THE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURL
DREAMSFriday night's dream, on Saturday told,Is sure to come true, be it never so old.
DREAMS
A COCK AND BULL STORYThe 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.A Cock and Bull Story
A COCK AND BULL STORY
FOR BABYYou shall have an apple,YOU shall have a plum,You shall have a rattle,When papa comes home.
FOR BABY
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 myselfIn the selfsame repartee:"Look to thyself,Or not look to thyself,The selfsame thing will be."
MYSELF
CANDLE-SAVINGTo make your candles last for aye,You wives and maids give ear-O!To put them out's the only way,Says honest John Boldero.Candle-Saving
CANDLE-SAVING
Over the WaterOVER THE WATEROver 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 flourTo make a white cake for my Charley.
OVER THE WATER
FEARS AND TEARSTommy's tears and Mary's fearsWill make them old before their years.
FEARS AND TEARS
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 nails,And the tips of their tails,Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
THE KILKENNY CATS
Old GrimesOLD GRIMESOld Grimes is dead, that good old man,We ne'er shall see him more;He used to wear a long brown coatAll buttoned down before.
OLD GRIMES
A WEEK OF BIRTHDAYSMonday's child is fair of face,Tuesday's child is full of grace,Wednesday's child is full of woe,Thursday's child has far to go,Friday's child is loving and giving,Saturday's child works hard for its living,But the child that's born on the Sabbath dayIs bonny and blithe, and good and gay.
A WEEK OF BIRTHDAYS
A CHIMNEYBlack within and red without;Four corners round about.
A CHIMNEY
LADYBIRDLadybird, ladybird, fly away home!Your house is on fire, your children all gone,All but one, and her name is Ann,And she crept under the pudding pan.Ladybird
LADYBIRD
THE MAN WHO HAD NAUGHTThere was a man and he had naught,And robbers came to rob him;He crept up to the chimney pot,And then they thought they had him.But he got down on t'other side,And then they could not find him;He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,And never looked behind him.
THE MAN WHO HAD NAUGHT
THE TAILORS AND THE SNAILFour and Twenty tailorsWent to kill a snail;The best man among themDurst not touch her tail;She put out her hornsLike a little Kyloe cow.Run, tailors, run, orShe'll kill you all e'en now.
THE TAILORS AND THE SNAIL
AROUND THE 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.
AROUND THE GREEN GRAVEL
INTERY, MINTERYIntery, mintery, cutery corn,Apple seed and apple thorn;Wire, brier, limber-lock,Five geese in a flock,Sit and sing by a spring,O-u-t, and in again.
INTERY, MINTERY
Caesar's SongCAESAR'S SONGBow-wow-wow!Whose dog art thou?Little Tom Tinker's dog,Bow-wow-wow!
CAESAR'S SONG
As I was Going AlongAS I WAS GOING ALONGAs I was going along, along,A-singing a comical song, song, song,The lane that I went was so long, long, long,And the song that I sang was so long, long, long,And so I went singing along.
AS I WAS GOING ALONG
ROCK-A-BYE, BABYRock-a-bye, 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.
ROCK-A-BYE, BABY
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.
HECTOR PROTECTOR
BILLY, BILLY"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."
BILLY, BILLY
THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESSThe man in the wildernessAsked meHow many strawberriesGrew in the sea.I answered himAs I thought good,As many as red herringsGrew in the wood.
THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESS
Little Jack HornerLITTLE JACK HORNERLittle Jack HornerSat in the corner,Eating of Christmas pie:He put in his thumb,And pulled out a plum,And said, "What a good boy am I!"
LITTLE JACK HORNER
THE BIRD SCARERAway, birds, away!Take a little and leave a little,And do not come again;For if you do,I will shoot you through,And there will be an end of you.
THE BIRD SCARER
Mary, Mary, Quite ContraryMARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARYMary, Mary, quite contrary,How does your garden grow?Silver bells and cockle-shells,And pretty maids all of a row.
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
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 rushes.Bessy kept the garden gate,And Mary kept the pantry;Bessy always had to wait,While Mary lived in plenty.Bessy Bell and Mary Gray
BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY
Needles and PinsNEEDLES AND PINSNeedles and pins, needles and pins,When a man marries his trouble begins.
NEEDLES AND PINS
PUSSY-CAT AND THE DUMPLINGSPussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings,Pussy-cat ate the dumplings.Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!Why did you eat the dumplings?"
PUSSY-CAT AND THE DUMPLINGS
DANCE, THUMBKIN DANCEDance, Thumbkin, dance;(keep the thumb in motionDance, ye merrymen, everyone.(all the fingers in motionFor Thumbkin, he can dance alone,(the thumb alone movingThumbkin, he can dance alone.(the thumb alone movingDance, Foreman, dance,(the first finger movingDance, ye merrymen, everyone.(all movingBut Foreman, he can dance alone,(the first finger movingForeman, he can dance alone.(the first finger movingDance, Longman, dance,(the second finger movingDance, ye merrymen, everyone.(all movingFor Longman, he can dance alone,(the second finger movingLongman, he can dance alone.(the second finger movingDance, Ringman, dance,(the third finger movingDance, ye merrymen, dance.(all movingBut Ringman cannot dance alone,(the third finger movingRingman, he cannot dance alone.(the third finger movingDance, Littleman, dance,(the fourth finger movingDance, ye merrymen, dance.(all movingBut Littleman, he can dance alone,(the fourth finger movingLittleman, he can dance alone.(the fourth finger moving
DANCE, THUMBKIN DANCE
Mary's CanaryMARY'S CANARYMary had a pretty bird,Feathers bright and yellow,Slender legs--upon my wordHe was a pretty fellow!The sweetest note he always sung,Which much delighted Mary.She often, where the cage was hung,Sat hearing her canary.
MARY'S CANARY
BIRDS OF A FEATHERBirds of a feather flock together,And so will pigs and swine;Rats and mice will have their choice,And so will I have mine.
BIRDS OF A FEATHER
THE LITTLE BIRDOnce I saw a little birdCome hop, hop, hop;So I cried, "Little bird,Will you stop, stop, stop?"And was going to the windowTo say, "How do you do?"But he shook his little tail,And far away he flew.The Little Bird
THE LITTLE BIRD
The Dusty MillerTHE DUSTY MILLERMargaret 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 allTo my dusty miller.
THE DUSTY MILLER
A STARHigher than a house, higher than a tree.Oh! whatever can that be?
A STAR
THE GREEDY MANThe greedy man is he who sitsAnd bites bits out of plates,Or else takes up an almanacAnd gobbles all the dates.The Greedy Man
THE GREEDY MAN
THE TEN O'CLOCK SCHOLARA diller, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar!What makes you come so soon?You used to come at ten o'clock,But now you come at noon.The Ten O'Clock Scholar
THE TEN O'CLOCK SCHOLAR
Cock-a-Doodle-DooCOCK-A-DOODLE-DOOh, my pretty cock, oh, my handsome cock,I pray you, do not crow before day,And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,And your wings of the silver so gray.
COCK-A-DOODLE-DO
AN ICICLELives in winter,Dies in summer,And grows with its roots upward!
AN ICICLE
A SHIP'S NAILOver the water,And under the water,And always with its head down.
A SHIP'S NAIL
WILLY, WILLYWilly, Willy WilkinKissed the maids a-milking,Fa, la, la!And with his merry daffingHe set them all a-laughing,Ha, ha, ha!
WILLY, WILLY
The Old Woman of LeedsTHE OLD WOMAN OF LEEDSThere was an old woman of Leeds,Who spent all her time in good deeds;She worked for the poorTill her fingers were sore,This pious old woman of Leeds!
THE OLD WOMAN OF LEEDS
THE BOY IN THE BARNA little boy went into a barn,And lay down on some hay.An owl came out, and flew about,And the little boy ran away.The Boy in the Barn
THE BOY IN THE BARN
SUNSHINEHick-a-more, Hack-a-more,On the King's kitchen door,All the King's horses,And all the King's men,Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more,Off the King's kitchen door.
SUNSHINE
TONGSLong legs, crooked thighs,Little head, and no eyes.
TONGS
JACK JINGLELittle Jack Jingle, He used to live single;But when he got tired of this kind of life,He left off being single and lived with his wife.Now what do you think of little Jack Jingle?Before he was married he used to live single.Jack Jingle
JACK JINGLE
SHOEINGShoe the colt,Shoe the colt,Shoe the wild mare;Here a nail,There a nail,Yet she goes bare.
SHOEING
THE QUARRELMy little old man and I fell out;I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--I had money and he had none,And that's the way the noise begun.The Quarrel
THE QUARREL
THE PUMPKIN-EATERPeter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,Had a wife and couldn't keep her;He put her in a pumpkin shell,And there he kept her very well.Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
THE PUMPKIN-EATER
Betty BlueBETTY BLUELittle Betty BlueLost her holiday shoe;What shall little Betty do?Give her anotherTo match the otherAnd then she'll walk upon two.
BETTY BLUE
THAT'S ALLThere was an old woman sat spinning,And that's the first beginning;She had a calf,And that's half;She took it by the tail,And threw it over the wall,And that's all!That's All
THAT'S ALL
BedtimeBEDTIMEThe Man in the Moon looked out of the moon,Looked out of the moon and said,"'Tis time for all children, on the earthTo think about getting to bed!"
BEDTIME
DANCE, LITTLE BABYDance, little Baby, dance up high!Never mind, Baby, Mother is by.Crow and caper, caper and crow,There, little Baby, there you go!Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,Backwards and forwards, round and round;Dance, little Baby and Mother will sing,With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!
DANCE, LITTLE BABY
MY LITTLE MAIDHigh diddle doubt, my candle's outMy little maid is not at home;Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,And fetch my little maid home.
MY LITTLE MAID
FOR WANT OF A NAILFor want of a nail, the shoe was lost;For want of the shoe, the horse was lost;For want of the horse, the rider was lost;For want of the rider, the battle was lost;For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost,And all for the want of a horseshoe nail.
FOR WANT OF A NAIL
PEASE PORRIDGEPease porridge hot,Pease porridge cold,Pease porridge in the pot,Nine days old.Some like it hot,Some like it cold,Some like it in the pot,Nine days old.Pease Porridge Hot
PEASE PORRIDGE
RING A RING O' ROSESRing a ring o' roses,A pocketful of posies.Tisha! Tisha!We all fall down.
RING A RING O' ROSES
THE CROOKED SIXPENCEThere was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence beside a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.The Crooked Sixpence
THE CROOKED SIXPENCE
THIS IS THE WAYThis is the way the ladies ride,Tri, tre, tre, tree,Tri, tre, tre, tree!This is the way the ladies ride,Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre-tre-tree!This is the way the gentlemen ride,Gallop-a-trot,Gallop-a-trot!This is the way the gentlemen ride,Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!This is the way the farmers ride,Hobbledy-hoy,Hobbledy-hoy!This is the way the farmers ride,Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
THIS IS THE WAY
Ducks and DrakesDUCKS AND DRAKESA duck 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.
DUCKS AND DRAKES
THE DONKEYDonkey, donkey, old and gray,Ope your mouth and gently bray;Lift your ears and blow your horn,To wake the world this sleepy morn.
THE DONKEY
IFIf all the world were apple pie,And all the sea were ink,And all the trees were bread and cheese,What should we have for drink?
IF
THE BELLS"You owe me five shillings,"Say the bells of St. Helen's."When will you pay me?"Say the bells of Old Bailey."When I grow rich,"Say the bells of Shoreditch."When will that be?"Say the bells of Stepney."I do not know,"Says the great Bell of Bow."Two sticks in an apple,"Ring the bells of Whitechapel."Halfpence and farthings,"Say the bells of St. Martin's."Kettles and pans,"Say the bells of St. Ann's."Brickbats and tiles,"Say the bells of St. Giles."Old shoes and slippers,"Say the bells of St. Peter's."Pokers and tongs,"Say the bells of St. John's.
THE BELLS
Little Girl and QueenLITTLE GIRL AND QUEEN"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."
LITTLE GIRL AND QUEEN
THE KING OF FRANCEThe King of France went up the hill,With twenty thousand men;The King of France came down the hill,And ne'er went up again.
THE KING OF FRANCE
PETER PIPERPeter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked.If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?
PETER PIPER
One to TenONE TO TEN1, 2, 3, 4, 5!I caught a hare alive;6, 7, 8, 9, 10!I let her go again.
ONE TO TEN
AN EQUALRead my riddle, I pray.What God never sees,What the king seldom sees,What we see every day.
AN EQUAL
The TartsTHE TARTSThe Queen of Hearts,She made some tarts,All on a summer's day;The Knave of Hearts,He stole the tarts,And took them clean away.The King of HeartsCalled for the tarts,And beat the Knave full sore;The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vowed he'd steal no more.The Tarts
THE TARTS
Come, Let's to BedCOME, LET'S TO BED"To bed! To bed!"Says Sleepy-head;"Tarry awhile," says Slow;"Put on the pan,"Says Greedy Nan;"We'll sup before we go."
COME, LET'S TO BED
WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?What are little boys made of, made of?What are little boys made of?"Snaps and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;And that's what little boys are made of."What are little girls made of, made of?What are little girls made of?"Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;And that's what little girls are made of."
WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF?
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."Little Maid
LITTLE MAID
Bandy LegsBANDY LEGSAs I was going to sell my eggsI met a man with bandy legs,Bandy legs and crooked toes;I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
BANDY LEGS
THE GIRL AND THE BIRDSWhen I was a little girl, about seven years old,I hadn't got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold.So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.I went into the woods and built me a kirk,And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work.The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,The dove with her rough bill brought me them home.The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,The bullfinch played the organ,--we made merry work.The Girl and the Birds
THE GIRL AND THE BIRDS
A PigA PIGAs I went to Bonner,I met a pigWithout a wigUpon my word and honor.
A PIG
JENNY WRENAs little Jenny WrenWas sitting by her shed.She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head.She waggled with her tail,And nodded with her head,As little Jenny WrenWas sitting by the shed.
JENNY WREN
LITTLE TOM TUCKERLittle Tom TuckerSings for his supper.What shall he eat?White bread and butter.How will he cut itWithout e'er a knife?How will he be marriedWithout e'er a wife?Little Tom Tucker
LITTLE TOM TUCKER
WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID"Where are you going, my pretty maid?""I'm going a-milking, sir," she said."May I go with you, my pretty maid?""You're kindly welcome, sir," she said."What is your father, my pretty maid?""My father's a farmer, sir," she said."What is your fortune, my pretty maid?""My face is my fortune, sir," she said."Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid.""Nobody asked you, sir," she said.Where are You Going, My Pretty Maid?
WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY MAID
The Old Woman of GloucesterTHE OLD WOMAN OF GLOUCESTERThere was an old woman of Gloucester,Whose parrot two guineas it cost her,But its tongue never ceasing,Was vastly displeasingTo the talkative woman of Gloucester.
THE OLD WOMAN OF GLOUCESTER
MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATIONMultiplication is vexation,Division is as bad;The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,And Practice drives me mad.
MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION
LITTLE KING BOGGENLittle King Boggen, he built a fine hall,Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;The windows were made of black puddings and white,And slated with pan-cakes,--you ne'er saw the like!
LITTLE KING BOGGEN
BELL HORSESBell horses, bell horses, what time of day?One o'clock, two o'clock, three and away.
BELL HORSES
WhistleWHISTLE"Whistle, daughter, whistle;Whistle, daughter dear.""I cannot whistle, mammy,I cannot whistle clear.""Whistle, daughter, whistle;Whistle for a pound.""I cannot whistle, mammy,I cannot make a sound."
WHISTLE
TAFFYTaffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief,Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef;I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not home;Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow-bone.I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,I took up the marrow-bone and flung it at his head.
TAFFY
A THORNI went to the wood and got it;I sat me down to look for itAnd brought it home because I couldn't find it.
A THORN
YOUNG ROGER AND DOLLYYoung Roger came tapping at Dolly's window,Thumpaty, thumpaty, thump!He asked for admittance; she answered him "No!"Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!"No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!Young Roger and Dolly
YOUNG ROGER AND DOLLY
The RobinTHE ROBINThe north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor robin do then,Poor thing?He'll sit in a barn,And keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!
THE ROBIN
THE OLD WOMAN OF HARROWThere was an old woman of Harrow,Who visited in a wheelbarrow;And her servant before,Knocked loud at each door,To announce the old woman of Harrow.The Old Woman of Harrow
THE OLD WOMAN OF HARROW
THE PIPER AND HIS COWThere was a piper had a cow,And he had naught to give her;He pulled out his pipes and played her a tune,And bade the cow consider.The cow considered very well,And gave the piper a penny,And bade him play the other tune,"Corn rigs are bonny."
THE PIPER AND HIS COW
THE MAN OF DERBYA little old man of Derby,How do you think he served me?He took away my bread and cheese,And that is how he served me.The Man of Derby
THE MAN OF DERBY
The CoachmanTHE COACHMANUp at Piccadilly, oh!The coachman takes his stand,And when he meets a pretty girlHe takes her by the hand;Whip away forever, oh!Drive away so clever, oh!All the way to Bristol, oh!He drives her four-in-hand.
THE COACHMAN
THERE WAS AN OLD WOMANThere was 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.She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN
The Old Woman of SurreyTHE OLD WOMAN OF SURREYThere was an old woman in Surrey,Who was morn, noon, and night in a hurry;Called her husband a fool,Drove the children to school,The worrying old woman of Surrey.
THE OLD WOMAN OF SURREY
The Little MouseTHE LITTLE MOUSEI have seen you, little mouse,Running all about the house,Through the hole your little eyeIn the wainscot peeping sly,Hoping soon some crumbs to steal,To make quite a hearty meal.Look before you venture out,See if pussy is about.If she's gone, you'll quickly runTo the larder for some fun;Round about the dishes creep,Taking into each a peep,To choose the daintiest that's there,Spoiling things you do not care.
THE LITTLE MOUSE
DING, DONG, BELLDing, dong, bell,Pussy's in the well!Who put her in?Little Tommy Lin.Who pulled her out?Little Johnny Stout.What a naughty boy was that,To try to drown poor pussy-cat.Who never did him any harm,But killed the mice in his father's barn!
DING, DONG, BELL
Boy and GirlBOY AND GIRLThere was a little boy and a little girlLived 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."
BOY AND GIRL
WhenWHENWhen I was a bachelorI lived by myself;And all the bread and cheese I gotI laid up on the shelf.The rats and the miceThey made such a strife,I was forced to go to LondonTo buy me a wife.The streets were so bad,And the lanes were so narrow,I was forced to bring my wife homeIn a wheelbarrow.The wheelbarrow broke,And my wife had a fall;Down came wheelbarrow,Little wife and all.When I was a Bachelor
WHEN
Sing, SingSING, SINGSing, sing, what shall I sing?Cat's run away with the pudding-string!Do, do, what shall I do?The cat has bitten it quite in two.
SING, SING
MARCH WINDSMarch winds and April showersBring forth May flowers.Hot-Cross BunsHOT-CROSS BUNSHot-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.
MARCH WINDS
Hot-Cross BunsHOT-CROSS BUNSHot-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.
HOT-CROSS BUNS
LONDON BRIDGELondon Bridge is broken down,Dance over my Lady Lee;London Bridge is broken down,With a gay lady.How shall we build it up again?Dance over my Lady Lee;How shall we build it up again?With a gay lady.Build it up with silver and gold,Dance over my Lady Lee;Build it up with silver and gold,With a gay lady.Silver and gold will be stole away,Dance over my Lady Lee;Silver and gold will be stole away,With a gay lady.Build it up with iron and steel,Dance over my Lady Lee;Build it up with iron and steel,With a gay lady.Iron and steel will bend and bow,Dance over my Lady Lee;Iron and steel will bend and bow,With a gay lady.Build it up with wood and clay,Dance over my Lady Lee;Build it up with wood and clay,With a gay lady.Wood and clay will wash away,Dance over my Lady Lee;Wood and clay will wash away,With a gay lady.Build it up with stone so strong,Dance over my Lady Lee;Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,With a gay lady.
LONDON BRIDGE
The BalloonTHE BALLOON"What is the news of the day,Good neighbor, I pray?""They say the balloonIs gone up to the moon!"
THE BALLOON
A CHERRYAs I went through the garden gap,Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,--If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.
A CHERRY
THE LOST SHOEDoodle doodle doo,The Princess lost her shoe:Her Highness hopped,--The fiddler stopped,Not knowing what to do.
THE LOST SHOE
HOT CODLINSThere was a little woman, as I've been told,Who was not very young, nor yet very old;Now this little woman her living gotBy selling codlins, hot, hot, hot!Hot Codlins
HOT CODLINS
SwanSWANSwan, swan, over the sea;Swim, swan, swim!Swan, swan, back again;Well swum, swan!
SWAN
THREE STRAWSThree straws on a staffWould make a baby cry and laugh.
THREE STRAWS
THE MAN OF TOBAGOThere was an old man of TobagoWho lived on rice, gruel, and sago,Till much to his bliss,His physician said this:"To a leg, sir, of mutton, you may go."The Man of Tobago
THE MAN OF TOBAGO
A SUNSHINY SHOWERA sunshiny showerWon't last half an hour.
A SUNSHINY SHOWER
The Farmer and the RavenTHE FARMER AND THE RAVENA farmer went 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!
THE FARMER AND THE RAVEN
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.Christmas
CHRISTMAS
Willy BoyWILLY BOY"Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?I will go with you, if that I may.""I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing,I'm going to help them to make the hay."
WILLY BOY
Polly and SukeyPOLLY AND SUKEYPolly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,Polly, put the kettle on,And let's drink tea.Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,Sukey, take it off again,They're all gone away.The Mouse and the ClockTHE MOUSE AND THE CLOCKHickory, dickory, dock!The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,And down he run,Hickory, dickory, dock!
POLLY AND SUKEY
The Mouse and the ClockTHE MOUSE AND THE CLOCKHickory, dickory, dock!The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,And down he run,Hickory, dickory, dock!
THE MOUSE AND THE CLOCK
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBINWho killed Cock Robin?"I," said the sparrow,"With my little bow and arrow,I killed Cock Robin."Who saw him die?"I," said the fly,"With my little eye,I saw him die."Who caught his blood?"I," said the fish,"With my little dish,I caught his blood."Who'll make his shroud?"I," said the beetle,"With my thread and needle.I'll make his shroud."Who'll carry the torch?"I," said the linnet,"I'll come in a minute,I'll carry the torch."Who'll be the clerk?"I," said the lark,"If it's not in the dark,I'll be the clerk."Who'll dig his grave?"I," said the owl,"With my spade and trowelI'll dig his grave."Who'll be the parson?"I," said the rook,"With my little book,I'll be the parson."Who'll be chief mourner?"I," said the dove,"I mourn for my love,I'll be chief mourner."Who'll sing a psalm?"I," said the thrush,"As I sit in a bush.I'll sing a psalm."Who'll carry the coffin?"I," said the kite,"If it's not in the night,I'll carry the coffin."Who'll toll the bell?"I," said the bull,"Because I can pull,I'll toll the bell."All the birds of the airFell sighing and sobbing,When they heard the bell tollFor poor Cock Robin.
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN
BOBBY SHAFTOEBobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,With silver buckles on his knee:He'll come back and marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe!Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,Combing down his yellow hair;He's my love for evermore,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.Bobby Shaftoe
BOBBY SHAFTOE
The Bunch Of Blue RibbonsTHE BUNCH OF BLUE RIBBONSOh, dear, what can the matter be?Oh, dear, what can the matter be?Oh, dear, what can the matter be?Johnny's so long at the fair.He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons,He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons,He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons,To tie up my bonny brown hair.
THE BUNCH OF BLUE RIBBONS
The Woman of ExeterTHE WOMAN OF EXETERThere dwelt an old woman at Exeter;When visitors came it sore vexed her,So for fear they should eat,She locked up all her meat,This stingy old woman of Exeter.
THE WOMAN OF EXETER
SNEEZINGIf you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger;Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger;Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter;Sneeze on a Thursday, something better.Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow;Sneeze on a Saturday, joy to-morrow.
SNEEZING
PUSSY-CAT BY THE FIREPussy-cat sits by the fire;How can she be fair?In walks the little dog;Says: "Pussy, are you there?How do you do, Mistress Pussy?Mistress Pussy, how d'ye do?""I thank you kindly, little dog,I fare as well as you!"
PUSSY-CAT BY THE FIRE
WHEN THE SNOW IS ON THE GROUNDThe little robin grievesWhen the snow is on the ground,For the trees have no leaves,And no berries can be found.The air is cold, the worms are hid;For robin here what can be done?Let's strow around some crumbs of bread,And then he'll live till snow is gone.
WHEN THE SNOW IS ON THE GROUND