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Girls 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.


If 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!


To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.


If 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.


Robin 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."


There was a little man,
Who wooed a little maid,
And he said, "Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say,
So will you, 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 in
Light a fire in the kitchen?
Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?"


Here goes my lord
A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
Here goes my lady
A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!

Here goes my young master
Jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch!
Here goes my young miss
An 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.


I 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.


There 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,

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    Fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
    And so the stone
    Was left alone,
    Fa la, la, la, lal, de.


    Leg over leg,
    As the dog went to Dover;
    When he came to a stile,
    Jump, he went over.


    Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
    Kitty Fisher found it;
    Nothing in it, nothing in it,
    But the binding round it.


    '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."


    Barber, barber, shave a pig.
    How many hairs will make a wig?
    Four and twenty; that's enough.
    Give the barber a pinch of snuff.


    Dickory, dickory, dare,
    The pig flew up in the air;
    The man in brown soon brought him down,
    Dickory, dickory, dare.


    Solomon 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 end
    Of Solomon Grundy.


    Hush-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.


    Burnie bee, burnie bee,
    Tell me when your wedding be?
    If it be to-morrow day,
    Take your wings and fly away.


    Three wise men of Gotham
    Went to sea in a bowl;
    If the bowl had been stronger
    My song had been longer.


    A 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."


    Little Polly Flinders
    Sat among the cinders
    Warming her pretty little toes;
    Her mother came and caught her,
    Whipped her little daughter
    For spoiling her nice new clothes.


    Ride away, ride away,
    Johnny shall ride,
    And he shall have pussy-cat
    Tied to one side;
    And he shall have little dog
    Tied to the other,
    And Johnny shall ride
    To see his grandmother.


    As I was going up Pippen Hill
    Pippen Hill was dirty;
    There I met a pretty Miss,

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      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


      "Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
      Where have you been?"
      "I've been to London
      To look at the Queen."

      "Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
      What did you there?"
      I frightened a little mouse
      Under the chair."


      Mister East gave a feast;
      Mister North laid the cloth;
      Mister West did his best;
      Mister South burnt his mouth
      Eating cold potato.


      Clap, 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.


      Christmas comes but once a year,
      And when it comes it brings good cheer.


      Elizabeth, 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.


      "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."


      How many days has my baby to play?
      Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
      Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
      Saturday, Sunday, Monday.


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

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

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

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

      A B C

      Great A, little a,
      Bouncing B!
      The cat's in the cupboard,
      And can't see me.


      Old 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.


      Ride 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.


      There 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.


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


      For every evil under the sun
      There is a remedy or there is none.
      If there be one, seek till you find it;
      If there be none, never mind it.


      Cushy 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.


      Wee 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."


      About the bush, Willie,
      About the beehive,
      About the bush, Willie,
      I'll meet thee alive.


      See-saw, Margery Daw,
      Sold her bed and lay upon straw.


      Bent his bow,
      Shot at a pigeon,
      And killed a crow.


      Is John Smith within?
      Yes, that he is.
      Can he set a shoe?
      Ay, marry, two.
      Here a nail, there a nail,
      Tick, tack, too.

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        Three 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 life
        As three blind mice?

        FIVE TOES

        This 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."

        A LITTLE MAN

        There 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 quack, quack, quack.


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


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

        JERRY HALL

        Jerry Hall, he was so small,
        A rat could eat him, hat and all.


        As the days grow longer
        The storms grow stronger.


        Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
        She lays eggs for gentlemen;
        Gentlemen come every day
        To see what my black hen doth lay.

        THE MIST
        A hill full, a hole full,
        Yet you cannot catch a bowl full.

        A CANDLE

        Little Nanny Etticoat
        In a white petticoat,
        And a red nose;
        The longer she stands
        The shorter she grows.


        Little Miss Muffet
        Sat on a tuffet,
        Eating of curds and whey;
        There came a big spider,
        And sat down beside her,
        And frightened Miss Muffet away.


        Curly-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 seam,
        And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.


        Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
        Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
        All the King's horses, and all the King's men
        Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.

        ONE, TWO, THREE

        One, 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.


        The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
        I can scarce maintain two.

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          Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I've got ten,
          And keep them all like gentlemen.

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


          See 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.


          "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."


          Goosey, goosey, gander,
          Whither dost thou wander?
          Upstairs and downstairs
          And in my lady's chamber.

          There I met an old man
          Who wouldn't say his prayers;
          I took him by the left leg,
          And threw him down the stairs.


          Old Mother Hubbard;
          Went to the cupboard,
          To give her poor dog a bone;
          But when she got there
          The cupboard was bare,
          And so the poor dog had none.

          She went to the baker's
          To buy him some bread;
          When she came back
          The dog was dead.

          She went to the undertaker's
          To buy him a coffin;
          When she got back
          The dog was laughing.

          She took a clean dish
          To get him some tripe;
          When she came back
          He was smoking a pipe.

          She went to the alehouse
          To get him some beer;
          When she came back
          The dog sat in a chair.

          She went to the tavern
          For white wine and red;
          When she came back
          The dog stood on his head.

          She went to the hatter's
          To buy him a hat;
          When she came back
          He was feeding the cat.

          She went to the barber's
          To buy him a wig;
          When she came back
          He was dancing a jig.

          She went to the fruiterer's
          To buy him some fruit;
          When she came back
          He was playing the flute.

          She went to the tailor's
          To buy him a coat;
          When she came back
          He was riding a goat.

          She went to the cobbler's
          To buy him some shoes;
          When she came back
          He was reading the news.

          She went to the sempster's
          To buy him some linen;
          When she came back
          The dog was a-spinning.

          She went to the hosier's
          To buy him some hose;
          When she came back
          He 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."


          "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 down
          To every shop, in town,
          And cannot find a shoe
          To fit your foot,
          If I'd crow my hea--art out."

          BLUE BELL BOY

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

          I bade him go upstairs

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            To bring me a gold pin;
            In coal scuttle fell he,
            Up to his little chin.

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

            He went to the cellar
            To draw a little beer;
            And quickly did return
            To say there was none there.


            Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
            And Johnny shall go to the fair,
            And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon
            To 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 Johnny
            As 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 Johnny
            As well as another body?

            JACK JELF

            Little Jack Jelf
            Was put on the shelf
            Because he could not spell "pie";
            When his aunt, Mrs. Grace,
            Saw his sorrowful face,
            She could not help saying, "Oh, fie!"

            And since Master Jelf
            Was put on the shelf
            Because 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 SPRAT

            Jack Sprat
            Could eat no fat,
            His wife could eat no lean;
            And so,
            Betwixt them both,
            They licked the platter clean.


            Hush-a-bye, baby,
            Daddy is near;
            Mamma is a lady,
            And that's very clear.


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

            THE GIRL IN THE LANE
            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.


            Hush-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.

            NANCY DAWSON

            Nancy Dawson was so fine
            She 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?

            HANDY PANDY

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

            JACK AND JILL

            Jack and Jill went up the hill,
            To fetch a pail of water;
            Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
            And Jill came tumbling after.

            When up Jack got and off did trot,
            As fast as he could caper,
            To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
            With vinegar and brown paper.

            THE ALPHABET

            A, 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 0,

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              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.

              DANCE TO YOUR DADDIE

              Dance 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.


              One misty moisty morning,
              When cloudy was the weather,
              I chanced to meet an old man,
              Clothed all in leather.
              He began to compliment
              And I began to grin.
              How do you do? And how do you do?
              And how do you do again?


              Robin 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 greenwood
              Among the green weeds.
              Little John, Little John,
              If he comes no more,
              Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
              We shall fret full sore!


              Rain, rain, go to Spain,
              And never come back again.


              There came an old woman from France
              Who taught grown-up children to dance;
              But they were so stiff,
              She sent them home in a sniff,
              This sprightly old woman from France.

              TEETH AND GUMS

              Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
              Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.

              THE ROBINS

              A robin and a robin's son
              Once went to town to buy a bun.
              They couldn't decide on plum or plain,
              And so they went back home again.

              THE OLD MAN

              There was an old man
              In a velvet coat,
              He kissed a maid
              And gave her a groat.
              The groat it was crack'd
              And would not go,--
              Ah, old man, do you serve me so?

              T'OTHER LITTLE TUNE

              I 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 me
              T'other little tune.

              MY KITTEN

              Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
              And hey, my kitten, my deary!
              Such a sweet pet as this
              Was neither far nor neary.


              If all the seas were one sea,
              What a great sea that would be!
              And if all the trees were one tree,
              What a great tree that would be!
              And if all the axes were one axe,
              What a great axe that would be!
              And if all the men were one man,
              What a great man he would be!
              And if the great man took the great axe,
              And cut down the great tree,
              And let it fall into the great sea,
              What a splish splash that would be!

              PANCAKE DAY

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

              A PLUM PUDDING

              Flour 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,

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                I'll give you a ring.


                Here 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!

                TWO PIGEONS

                I 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.

                A SURE TEST
                If you are to be a gentleman,
                As I suppose you'll be,
                You'll neither laugh nor smile,
                For a tickling of the knee.

                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!

                THE LION AND THE UNICORN

                The 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.


                Hey 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.

                I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND

                I 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.

                TO BABYLON

                How 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.

                I'LL TELL YOU A STORY

                I'll tell you a story
                About Jack-a-Nory:
                And now my story's begun.
                I'll tell you another
                About his brother:
                And now my story is done.

                A STRANGE OLD WOMAN

                There 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.

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                  SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP

                  Sleep, baby, sleep,
                  Our cottage vale is deep:
                  The little lamb is on the green,
                  With woolly fleece so soft and clean--
                  Sleep, baby, sleep.

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

                  CRY, BABY

                  Cry, baby, cry,
                  Put your finger in your eye,
                  And tell your mother it wasn't I.

                  BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP

                  Baa, baa, black sheep,
                  Have you any wool?
                  Yes, marry, have I,
                  Three bags full;

                  One for my master,
                  One for my dame,
                  But none for the little boy
                  Who cries in the lane.

                  LITTLE FRED

                  When little Fred went to bed,
                  He always said his prayers;
                  He kissed mamma, and then papa,
                  And straightway went upstairs.

                  THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE

                  Hey, diddle, diddle!
                  The cat and the fiddle,
                  The cow jumped over the moon;
                  The little dog laughed
                  To see such sport,
                  And the dish ran away with the spoon.

                  DOCTOR FELL

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

                  A COUNTING-OUT RHYME

                  Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,
                  Alabone, Crackabone, 10 and 11,
                  Spin, spun, muskidun,
                  Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21.

                  JACK AND HIS FIDDLE

                  "Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle,
                  If ever thou mean to thrive."
                  "Nay, I'll not give my fiddle
                  To any man alive.

                  'If I should give my fiddle,
                  They'll think that I've gone mad;
                  For many a joyous day
                  My fiddle and I have had."


                  Buttons, 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!

                  HOT BOILED BEANS
                  Ladies and gentlemen come to supper--
                  Hot boiled beans and very good butter.

                  LITTLE PUSSY

                  I like little Pussy,
                  Her coat is so warm,

                  And if I don't hurt her
                  She'll do me no harm;

                  So I'll not pull her tail,
                  Nor drive her away,

                  But Pussy and I
                  Very gently will play.

                  SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE

                  Sing a song of sixpence,
                  A pocket full of rye;
                  Four-and-twenty blackbirds
                  Baked in a pie!

                  When the pie was opened
                  The birds began to sing;
                  Was not that a dainty dish
                  To 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 blackbird
                  And snapped off her nose.

                  TOMMY TITTLEMOUSE

                  Little Tommy Tittlemouse
                  Lived in a little house;
                  He caught fishes
                  In other men's ditches.

                  THE DERBY RAM

                  As I was going to Derby all on a market-day,
                  I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;

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                    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, 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 HOBBY-HORSE

                    I 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 woman
                    For a copper groat;
                    And I'll not sing my song again
                    Without another coat.

                    THE MULBERRY BUSH

                    Here 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.

                    YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL

                    If 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.

                    BOY AND THE SPARROW

                    A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,
                    And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he;
                    A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
                    Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow.
                    "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.

                    OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN

                    There 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 FIRST OF MAY

                    The 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.

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                      SULKY SUE

                      Here's Sulky Sue,
                      What shall we do?
                      Turn her face to the wall
                      Till she comes to.

                      THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

                      This is the house that Jack built.
                      This is the malt
                      That lay in the house that Jack built.

                      This is the rat,
                      That ate the malt
                      That lay in the house that Jack built.

                      This is the cat,
                      That killed the rat,
                      That ate the malt
                      That lay in the house that Jack built.

                      This is the dog,
                      That worried the cat,
                      That killed the rat,
                      That ate the malt
                      That 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 malt
                      That 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 malt
                      That lay in the house that Jack built.

                      This 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 malt
                      That 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 malt
                      That 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 malt
                      That 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 malt
                      That lay in the house that Jack built.

                      SATURDAY, SUNDAY

                      On Saturday night
                      Shall be all my care
                      To powder my locks
                      And curl my hair.

                      On Sunday morning
                      My love will come in,
                      When he will marry me
                      With a gold ring.

                      LITTLE JENNY WREN

                      Little Jenny Wren fell sick,
                      Upon a time;
                      In came Robin Redbreast
                      And 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 plainly
                      She loved him not a bit.

                      Robin being angry,
                      Hopped upon a twig,
                      Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you!
                      Bold-faced jig!"

                      THE OLD WOMAN AND THE PEDLAR

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                        There 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 I 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!"

                        BOBBY SNOOKS

                        Little 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.

                        THE LITTLE MOPPET

                        I 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.

                        I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING

                        I saw a ship a-sailing,
                        A-sailing on the sea;
                        And, oh! it was all laden
                        With 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 sailors
                        That stood between the decks,
                        Were four-and-twenty white mice
                        With chains about their necks.

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

                        A WALNUT

                        As soft as silk, as white as milk,
                        As bitter as gall, a strong wall,
                        And a green coat covers me all.

                        THE MAN IN THE MOON

                        The Man in the Moon came tumbling down,
                        And asked the way to Norwich;
                        He went by the south, and burnt his mouth
                        With eating cold pease porridge.

                        ONE, HE LOVES

                        One, 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

                        BAT, BAT

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

                        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.

                        THE HART

                        The hart he loves the high wood,
                        The hare she loves the hill;
                        The Knight he loves his bright sword,
                        The Lady--loves her will.

                        MY LOVE

                        Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?

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                          A peck of meal upon her back,
                          A babby in her basket;
                          Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?

                          THE MAN OF BOMBAY

                          There was a fat man of Bombay,
                          Who was smoking one sunshiny day;
                          When a bird called a snipe
                          Flew away with his pipe,
                          Which vexed the fat man of Bombay

                          POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!

                          Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
                          Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
                          They made him a coat
                          Of 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!

                          A SIEVE

                          A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
                          A hundred eyes and never a nose!

                          MY MAID MARY

                          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.

                          A DIFFICULT RHYME

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

                          PRETTY JOHN WATTS

                          Pretty 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 stay
                          And nibble away,
                          What harm in a little brown mouse?

                          GOOD ADVICE

                          Come when you're called,
                          Do what you're bid,
                          Shut the door after you,
                          And never be chid.

                          I LOVE SIXPENCE

                          I 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.

                          BYE, BABY BUNTING

                          Bye, baby bunting,
                          Father's gone a-hunting,
                          Mother's gone a-milking,
                          Sister's gone a-silking,
                          And brother's gone to buy a skin
                          To wrap the baby bunting in.

                          TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON

                          Tom, 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.

                          COMICAL FOLK

                          In a cottage in Fife
                          Lived a man and his wife
                          Who, 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 keep
                          Their eyes open they could not contrive;
                          They both walked on their feet,
                          And 'twas thought what they eat
                          Helped, with drinking, to keep, them alive!


                          Cocks crow in the morn
                          To tell us to rise,
                          And he who lies late
                          Will never be wise;
                          For early to bed
                          And early to rise,
                          Is the way to be healthy
                          And wealthy and wise.

                          TOMMY SNOOKS

                          As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
                          Were walking out one Sunday,
                          Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
                          "Wilt marry me on Monday?"

                          THE THREE SONS

                          There 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 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."

                          TWO GRAY KITS

                          The two gray kits,
                          And the gray kits' mother,
                          All went over
                          The bridge together.

                          The bridge broke down,
                          They all fell in;
                          "May the rats go with you,"
                          Says Tom Bolin.

                          ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE

                          One, two,
                          Buckle my shoe;
                          Three, four,
                          Knock at the door;
                          Five, six,
                          Pick up sticks;
                          Seven, eight,
                          Lay them straight;
                          Nine, ten,
                          A good, fat hen;
                          Eleven, twelve,
                          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.


                          My dame has lost her shoe,
                          My master's lost his fiddle-stick
                          And knows not what to do.

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

                            PAIRS OR PEARS

                            Twelve pairs hanging high,
                            Twelve knights riding by,
                            Each knight took a pear,
                            And yet left a dozen there.


                            At the siege of Belleisle
                            I was there all the while,
                            All the while, all the while,
                            At the siege of Belleisle.

                            OLD KING COLE

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

                            He called for his pipe,
                            And he called for his bowl,
                            And he called for his fiddlers three!

                            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 rare
                            As can compare
                            With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

                            SEE, SEE

                            See, see! What shall I see?
                            A horse's head where his tail should be.


                            I 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 now
                            For all the lady's hire.

                            A WELL

                            As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
                            And all the king's horses can't fill it up.

                            COFFEE AND TEA

                            Molly, 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.

                            PUSSY-CAT MEW

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

                            THE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURL

                            There was a little girl who had a little curl
                            Right in the middle of her forehead;
                            When she was good, she was very, very good,
                            And when she was bad she was horrid.


                            Friday night's dream, on Saturday told,
                            Is sure to come true, be it never so old.

                            A COCK AND BULL STORY

                            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.

                            FOR BABY

                            You shall have an apple,
                            YOU shall have a plum,
                            You shall have a rattle,
                            When papa comes home.


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

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

                            OVER THE WATER

                            Over the water, and over the sea,
                            And over the water to Charley,
                            I'll have none of your nasty beef,
                            Nor I'll have none of your barley;
                            But I'll have some of your very best flour
                            To make a white cake for my Charley.


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                              To 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.

                              FEARS AND TEARS

                              Tommy's tears and Mary's fears
                              Will make them old before their years.

                              THE KILKENNY CATS

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

                              OLD GRIMES

                              Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
                              We ne'er shall see him more;
                              He used to wear a long brown coat
                              All buttoned down before.

                              A WEEK OF BIRTHDAYS

                              Monday'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 day
                              Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

                              A CHIMNEY

                              Black within and red without;
                              Four corners round about.


                              Ladybird, 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.

                              THE MAN WHO HAD NAUGHT

                              There 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 TAILORS AND THE SNAIL

                              Four and Twenty tailors
                              Went to kill a snail;
                              The best man among them
                              Durst not touch her tail;
                              She put out her horns
                              Like a little Kyloe cow.
                              Run, tailors, run, or
                              She'll kill you all e'en now.

                              AROUND THE GREEN GRAVEL

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

                              INTERY, MINTERY

                              Intery, mintery, cutery corn,
                              Apple seed and apple thorn;
                              Wire, brier, limber-lock,
                              Five geese in a flock,
                              Sit and sing by a spring,
                              0-u-t, and in again.

                              CAESAR'S SONG

                              Whose dog art thou?
                              Little Tom Tinker's dog,

                              AS I WAS GOING ALONG

                              As 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.

                              HECTOR PROTECTOR

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

                              BILLY, BILLY

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

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

                                "Billy, Billy, have you seen
                                Sam 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."

                                ROCK-A-BYE, BABY

                                Rock-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.

                                THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESS

                                The man in the wilderness
                                Asked me

                                How many strawberries
                                Grew in the sea.

                                I answered him
                                As I thought good,

                                As many as red herrings
                                Grew in the wood.

                                LITTLE JACK HORNER

                                Little Jack Horner
                                Sat 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!"

                                THE BIRD SCARER

                                Away, 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.

                                MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY

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

                                BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY

                                Bessy 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.

                                NEEDLES AND PINS

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

                                PUSSY-CAT AND THE DUMPLINGS

                                Pussy-cat ate the dumplings, the dumplings,
                                Pussy-cat ate the dumplings.
                                Mamma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
                                Why did you eat the dumplings?"

                                DANCE, THUMBKIN DANCE

                                Dance, Thumbkin, dance;
                                (keep the thumb in motion
                                Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
                                (all the fingers in motion
                                For Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
                                (the thumb alone moving
                                Thumbkin, he can dance alone.
                                (the thumb alone moving
                                Dance, Foreman, dance,
                                (the first finger moving
                                Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
                                (all moving
                                But Foreman, he can dance alone,
                                (the first finger moving
                                Foreman, he can dance alone.
                                (the first finger moving
                                Dance, Longman, dance,
                                (the second finger moving
                                Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
                                (all moving
                                For Longman, he can dance alone,
                                (the second finger moving
                                Longman, he can dance alone.
                                (the second finger moving
                                Dance, Ringman, dance,
                                (the third finger moving
                                Dance, ye merrymen, dance.
                                (all moving
                                But Ringman cannot dance alone,
                                (the third finger moving
                                Ringman, he cannot dance alone.
                                (the third finger moving
                                Dance, Littleman, dance,
                                (the fourth finger moving
                                Dance, ye merrymen, dance.
                                (all moving
                                But Littleman, he can dance alone,
                                (the fourth finger moving
                                Littleman he can dance alone.

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                                  (the fourth finger moving

                                  MARY'S CANARY

                                  Mary had a pretty bird,
                                  Feathers bright and yellow,
                                  Slender legs--upon my word
                                  He 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.

                                  THE LITTLE BIRD

                                  Once I saw a little bird
                                  Come hop, hop, hop;
                                  So I cried, "Little bird,
                                  Will you stop, stop, stop?"

                                  And was going to the window
                                  To say, "How do you do?"
                                  But he shook his little tail,
                                  And far away he flew.

                                  BIRDS OF A FEATHER

                                  Birds of a feather flock together,
                                  And so will pigs and swine;
                                  Rats and mice will have their choice,
                                  And so will I have mine.

                                  THE DUSTY MILLER

                                  Margaret wrote a letter,
                                  Sealed it with her finger,
                                  Threw it in the dam
                                  For the dusty miller.
                                  Dusty was his coat,
                                  Dusty was the siller,
                                  Dusty was the kiss
                                  I'd from the dusty miller.
                                  If I had my pockets
                                  Full of gold and siller,
                                  I would give it all
                                  To my dusty miller.

                                  A STAR

                                  Higher than a house, higher than a tree.
                                  Oh! whatever can that be?

                                  THE GREEDY MAN

                                  The greedy man is he who sits
                                  And bites bits out of plates,
                                  Or else takes up an almanac
                                  And gobbles all the dates.

                                  THE TEN O'CLOCK SCHOLAR

                                  A 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.


                                  Oh, 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.

                                  AN ICICLE

                                  Lives in winter,
                                  Dies in summer,
                                  And grows with its roots upward!

                                  A SHIP'S NAIL

                                  Over the water,
                                  And under the water,
                                  And always with its head down.

                                  THE OLD WOMAN OF LEEDS

                                  There was an old woman of Leeds,
                                  Who spent all her time in good deeds;
                                  She worked for the poor
                                  Till her fingers were sore,
                                  This pious old woman of Leeds!

                                  THE BOY IN THE BARN

                                  A 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.


                                  Hick-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.

                                  WILLY, WILLY

                                  Willy, Willy Wilkin
                                  Kissed the maids a-milking,
                                  Fa, la, la!
                                  And with his merry daffing
                                  He set them all a-laughing,
                                  Ha, ha, ha!


                                  Long legs, crooked thighs,
                                  Little head, and no eyes.

                                  JACK JINGLE

                                  Little 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.

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                                    Now what do you think of little Jack Jingle?
                                    Before he was married he used to live single.

                                    THE QUARREL

                                    My 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 PUMPKIN-EATER

                                    Peter, 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.


                                    Shoe the colt,
                                    Shoe the colt,
                                    Shoe the wild mare;
                                    Here a nail,
                                    There a nail,
                                    Yet she goes bare.

                                    BETTY BLUE

                                    Little Betty Blue
                                    Lost her holiday shoe;
                                    What shall little Betty do?
                                    Give her another
                                    To match the other
                                    And then she'll walk upon two.

                                    THAT'S ALL

                                    There 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!


                                    The Man in the Moon looked out of the moon,
                                    Looked out of the moon and said,
                                    "'Tis time for all children on the earth
                                    To think about getting to bed!"

                                    DANCE, LITTLE BABY

                                    Dance, 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!

                                    MY LITTLE MAID

                                    High diddle doubt, my candle's out
                                    My little maid is not at home;
                                    Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,
                                    And fetch my little maid home.

                                    FOR WANT OF A NAIL

                                    For 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.

                                    PEASE PORRIDGE

                                    Pease 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.

                                    RING A RING O' ROSES

                                    Ring a ring o' roses,
                                    A pocketful of posies.
                                    Tisha! Tisha!
                                    We all fall down.

                                    THE CROOKED SIXPENCE

                                    There 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.

                                    THIS IS THE WAY

                                    This 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,
                                    This is the way the gentlemen ride,

                                    This is the way the farmers ride,
                                    This is the way the farmers ride,

                                    DUCKS AND DRAKES

                                    A duck and a drake,
                                    And a halfpenny cake,
                                    With a penny to pay the old baker.

                                    A hop and a scotch
                                    Is another notch,
                                    Slitheru***atherum, take her.

                                    THE DONKEY

                                    Donkey, donkey, old and gray,
                                    Ope your mouth and gently bray;
                                    Lift your ears and blow your horn,
                                    To wake the world this sleepy morn.


                                    If 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?

                                    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.

                                    LITTLE 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."

                                    THE KING OF FRANCE

                                    The 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.

                                    PETER PIPER

                                    Peter 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?

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                                      ONE TO TEN

                                      1, 2, 3, 4, 5!
                                      I caught a hare alive;
                                      6, 7, 8, 9, 10!
                                      I let her go again.

                                      AN EQUAL

                                      Read my riddle, I pray.
                                      What God never sees,
                                      What the king seldom sees,
                                      What we see every day.

                                      THE TARTS

                                      The 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 Hearts
                                      Called for the tarts,
                                      And beat the Knave full sore;
                                      The Knave of Hearts
                                      Brought back the tarts,
                                      And vowed he'd steal no more.

                                      COME, 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."

                                      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."

                                      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."

                                      BANDY LEGS

                                      As I was going to sell my eggs
                                      I met a man with bandy legs,
                                      Bandy legs and crooked toes;
                                      I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

                                      THE GIRL AND THE BIRDS

                                      When 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.

                                      A PIG

                                      As I went to Bonner,
                                      I met a pig
                                      Without a wig
                                      Upon my word and honor.

                                      JENNY WREN

                                      As little Jenny Wren
                                      Was 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 Wren
                                      Was sitting by the shed.

                                      LITTLE TOM TUCKER

                                      Little Tom Tucker
                                      Sings for his supper.
                                      What shall he eat?
                                      White bread and butter.
                                      How will he cut it
                                      Without e'er a knife?
                                      How will he be married
                                      Without e'er a wife?

                                      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.

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                                        "Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid."
                                        "Nobody asked you, sir," she said.

                                        THE OLD WOMAN OF GLOUCESTER

                                        There was an old woman of Gloucester,
                                        Whose parrot two guineas it cost her,
                                        But its tongue never ceasing,
                                        Was vastly displeasing
                                        To the talkative woman of Gloucester.

                                        MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION

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

                                        LITTLE KING BOGGEN

                                        Little 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!


                                        "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."

                                        BELL HORSES

                                        Bell horses, bell horses, what time of day?
                                        One o'clock, two o'clock, three and away.


                                        Taffy 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.

                                        THE ROBIN

                                        The 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 OLD WOMAN OF HARROW

                                        There 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.

                                        YOUNG ROGER AND DOLLY

                                        Young 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!

                                        THE PIPER AND HIS COW

                                        There 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 MAN OF DERBY

                                        A 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 COACHMAN

                                        Up at Piccadilly, oh!
                                        The coachman takes his stand,
                                        And when he meets a pretty girl
                                        He 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.

                                        THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN

                                        There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.

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                                          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.

                                          A THORN

                                          I went to the wood and got it;
                                          I sat me down to look for it
                                          And brought it home because I couldn't find it.

                                          THE OLD WOMAN OF SURREY

                                          There 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 LITTLE MOUSE

                                          I have seen you, little mouse,
                                          Running all about the house,
                                          Through the hole your little eye
                                          In 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 run
                                          To 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.

                                          BOY AND GIRL

                                          There was a little boy and a little girl
                                          Lived in an alley;
                                          Says the little boy to the little girl,
                                          "Shall I, oh, shall I?"
                                          Says the little girl to the little boy,
                                          "What shall we do?"
                                          Says the little boy to the little girl,
                                          "I will kiss you."


                                          When I was a bachelor
                                          I lived by myself;
                                          And all the bread and cheese I got
                                          I laid up on the shelf.

                                          The rats and the mice
                                          They made such a strife,
                                          I was forced to go to London
                                          To buy me a wife.

                                          The streets were so bad,
                                          And the lanes were so narrow,
                                          I was forced to bring my wife home
                                          In a wheelbarrow.

                                          The wheelbarrow broke,
                                          And my wife had a fall;
                                          Down came wheelbarrow,
                                          Little wife and all.

                                          SING, SING

                                          Sing, 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.

                                          LONDON BRIDGE

                                          London 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,

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                                            With a gay lady.

                                            MARCH WINDS

                                            March winds and April showers
                                            Bring forth May flowers.

                                            THE BALLOON

                                            "What is the news of the day,
                                            Good neighbor, I pray?"
                                            "They say the balloon
                                            Is gone up to the moon!"

                                            A CHERRY

                                            As I went through the garden gap,
                                            Who should I meet but Dick Redcap!
                                            A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,--
                                            If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.

                                            THE LOST SHOE

                                            Doodle doodle doo,
                                            The Princess lost her shoe:
                                            Her Highness hopped,--
                                            The fiddler stopped,
                                            Not knowing what to do.

                                            HOT CODLINS

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


                                            Swan, swan, over the sea;
                                            Swim, swan, swim!
                                            Swan, swan, back again;
                                            Well swum, swan!

                                            THREE STRAWS

                                            Three straws on a staff
                                            Would make a baby cry and laugh.

                                            THE MAN OF TOBAGO

                                            There was an old man of Tobago
                                            Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago,
                                            Till much to his bliss,
                                            His physician said this:
                                            "To a leg, sir, of mutton, you may go."

                                            DING, DONG, BELL

                                            Ding, 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!

                                            A SUNSHINY SHOWER

                                            A sunshiny shower
                                            Won't last half an hour.

                                            THE FARMER AND THE RAVEN

                                            A 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!


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

                                            WILLY 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."

                                            POLLY AND SUKEY

                                            Polly, 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 DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN

                                            Who 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,

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                                              "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 trowel
                                              I'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 air
                                              Fell sighing and sobbing,
                                              When they heard the bell toll
                                              For poor Cock Robin.

                                              THE MOUSE AND THE CLOCK

                                              Hickory, dickory, dock!
                                              The mouse ran up the clock;
                                              The clock struck one,
                                              And down he run,
                                              Hickory, dickory, dock!

                                              HOT-CROSS BUNS

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

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

                                              BOBBY SHAFTOE

                                              Bobby 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.

                                              THE BUNCH OF BLUE RIBBONS

                                              Oh, 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 WOMAN OF EXETER

                                              There 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.


                                              If 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 tomorrow.

                                              PUSSY-CAT BY THE FIRE

                                              Pussy-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!"

                                              WHEN THE SNOW IS ON THE GROUND

                                              The little robin grieves
                                              When 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.

                                              83楼2011-07-14 11:15
                                                马克一下,为什么Mother goose没有英文全集外加中文注解和背景文化故事解析这样的书。。。

                                                84楼2012-03-26 23:57

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