I met with a Westminster scholar;
He pulled off his cap, _an' drew_ off his glove,
And wished me a very good morrow.
What is his name?
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 CUCKOO
In April,
Come he will.
In May,
He sings all day.
In June,
He changes his tune.
In July,
He prepares to fly.
In August,
Go he must.
A SWARM OF BEES
A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.
ROBIN AND RICHARD
Robin and Richard were two little men,
They did not awake till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky;
Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high!
They both were ashamed, on such a fine day,
When they were wanted to make the new hay.
Do you go before, with bottle and bag,
I will come after on little Jack nag.
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN
Who killed Cock Robin?
'I' said the sparrow
"With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin."
Who saw him die?
'I' said the fly
"With my little eye,
I saw him die."
Who caught his blood?
'I' said the fish
"With my little dish,
I caught his blood."
Who'll make his shroud?
'I' said the beetle
"With my thread and needle,
I'll make his shroud."
Who'll bear the torch?
'I' said the linnet
"Will come in a minute,
I'll bear the torch."
Who'll be the clerk?
'I' said the lark
"I'll say Amen 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 his dirge?
'I' said the thrush
"As I sing in a bush,
I'll sing his dirge."
Who'll carry his coffin?
'I' said the kite
"If it be in the night,
I'll carry his coffin."
Who'll toll the bell?
'I' said the bull
"Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."
The birds of the air
Fell sighing and sobbing
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
LADY-BIRD, LADY-BIRD
Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children have gone,
All but one, that lies under a stone;
Fly thee home, Lady-Bird, ere it be gone.
THE LOVING BROTHERS
I love you well, my little brother,
And you are fond of me;
Let us be kind to one another,
As brothers ought to be.
You shall learn to play with me,
And learn to use my toys;
And then I think that we shall be
Two happy little boys.
NOTHING-AT-ALL
There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
Who rejoiced in a dwelling exceedingly small;
A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
FORTUNE-TELLING BY CHERRY-STONES
One, I love; two, I love;
Three, I love, I say;
Four, I love with all my heart;
Five, I cast away;
Six, he loves; seven, she loves;
Eight, both love;
Nine, he comes; ten, he tarries;
Eleven, he courts; and twelve, he marries.
LITTLE BO-PEEP
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
And when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For still they were all fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind them.
It happened one day as Bo-Peep did stray
Into a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And went over hill and dale, oh;
And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
To tack to each sheep its tail, oh!
TO BED!
Come let's to bed,
Says Sleepy-head;
Sit up a while, says Slow;
Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan,
Let's sup before we go.
OF GOING TO BED
Go to bed first,
A golden purse;
Go to bed second,
A golden pheasant;
Go to bed third,
A golden bird.
GRACE BEFORE MEAT
Here a little child I stand,
Heaving up my either hand;
Cold as paddocks though they be,
Here I lift them up to Thee,
For a benison to fall
On our meat and on us all!
THERE WAS A BUTCHER
There was a butcher cut his thumb,
When it did bleed, then blood did come.
There was a chandler making candle,
When he them stript, he did them handle.
There was a cobbler clouting shoon,
When they were mended, they were done.
There was a crow sat on a stone,
When he was gone, then there was none.
There was a horse going to the mill,
When he went on, he stood not still.
There was a lackey ran a race,
When he ran fast, he ran apace.
There was a monkey climbed a tree,
When he fell down, then down fell he.
There was a navy went into Spain,
When it return'd, it came again.
There was an old woman lived under a hill,
And if she's not gone, she lives there still.
WINTER HAS COME
Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
Bleak in a morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.
MONDAY'S CHILD
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 is born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny, and blithe, and good, and gay.
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.
Then up Jack got up, and off did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob,
With vinegar and brown paper.
CHARLEY, CHARLEY
Charley, Charley, stole the barley
Out of the baker's shop,
The baker came out and gave him a clout,
Which made poor Charley hop.
THE PIPER'S COW
There was a piper had a cow,
And he had nought to give her;
He pulled out his pipe, 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."
SHAVE A PIG
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.
TONGS
Long legs, crooked thighs,
Little head, and no eyes.
GOING TO ST. IVES
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives;
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were there going to St. Ives?
MERRY ARE THE BELLS
Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring;
Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry sing-song, happy let us be!
Waddle goes your gait, and hollow are your hose;
Noddle goes your pate, and purple is your nose;
Merry is your sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
With a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
Merry have we met, and merry have we been;
Merry let us part, and merry meet again;
With our merry sing-song, happy, gay, and free,
And a merry ding-dong, happy let us be!
MORE ABOUT JACK JINGLE
Now what do you think
Of little Jack Jingle?
Before he was married
He used to live single.
ROBIN, THE BOBBIN
Robin, the Bobbin, the bouncing Ben,
He ate more meat than fourscore men;
He ate a cow, he ate a calf,
He ate a butcher and a half;
He ate a church, he ate a steeple,
He ate the priest, and all the people!
ALL 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 horse-shoe nail!
CURLY LOCKS
Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
ST. VALENTINE'S DAY
Good morrow to you, Valentine!
Curl your locks as I do mine;
Two before and three behind;
Good morrow to you, Valentine!
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.
THE LATEST NEWS
What is the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon is gone up to the moon!
THE LIGHT-HEARTED FAIRY
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?
He dances and sings
To the sound of his wings,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-hearted fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?
His nectar he sips
From a primrose's lips,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
Oh, who is so merry, so merry, heigh ho!
As the light-footed fairy, heigh ho, heigh ho?
His night is the noon,
And his sun is the moon,
With a hey, and a heigh, and a ho!
I LIKE 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.
PUNCH AND JUDY
Punch and Judy
Fought for a pie,
Punch gave Judy
A knock in the eye.
Says Punch to Judy,
"Will you have any more?"
Says Judy to Punch,
"My eye is too sore."
THE OBSTINATE PIG
An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked
sixpence.
"What," said she, "shall I do with this little sixpence? I will go to
market, and buy a little pig."
As she was coming home she came to a stile; but Piggy would not go
over the stile.
She went a little farther and she met a dog.
So she said to the dog:
"Dog, dog, bite pig!
Piggy won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the dog would not.
She went a little farther and she met a stick.
So she said:
"Stick, stick, beat dog!
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the stick would not.
She went a little farther and she met a fire.
So she said:
"Fire, fire, burn stick!
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the fire would not.
She went a little farther and she met some water.
So she said:
"Water, water, quench fire!
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the water would not.
She went a little farther and she met an ox.
So she said:
"Ox, ox, drink water!
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the ox would not.
She went a little farther and she met a butcher.
So she said:
"Butcher, butcher, kill ox!
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the butcher would not.
She went a little farther and she met a rope.
So she said:
"Rope, rope, hang butcher!
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the rope would not.
She went a little farther and she met a rat.
So she said:
"Rat, rat, gnaw rope!
Rope won't hang butcher;
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
But the rat would not.
She went a little farther and she met a cat.
So she said:
"Cat, cat, kill rat!
Rat won't gnaw rope;
Rope won't hang butcher;
Butcher won't kill ox;
Ox won't drink water;
Water won't quench fire;
Fire won't burn stick;
Stick won't beat dog;
Dog won't bite pig;
Pig won't get over the stile;
And I sha'n't get home to-night."
The cat said: "If you will get me a saucer of milk from the cow in
yonder field I will kill the rat."
So the old woman went to the cow and said: "Cow, cow, will you give me
a saucer of milk?" And the cow said: "If you will get me a bucket full
of water from yonder brook I will give you the milk." And the old
woman took the bucket to the brook; but the water all rushed out
through the holes in the bottom. So she filled the holes up with
stones, got the water, and took it to the cow, who at once gave her
the saucer of milk. Then the old woman gave the cat the milk, and when
she had lapped up the milk--
The cat began to kill the rat;
The rat began to gnaw the rope;
The rope began to hang the butcher;
The butcher began to kill the ox;
The ox began to drink the water;
The water began to quench the fire;
The fire began to burn the stick;
The stick began to beat the dog;
The dog began to bite the pig;
The pig jumped over the stile;
And so the old woman got home that night.
BOW-WOW, SAYS THE DOG
Bow-wow, says the dog;
Mew-mew, says the cat;
Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;
And squeak, goes the rat.
Chirp, chirp, says the sparrow;
Caw, caw, says the crow;
Quack, quack, says the duck;
And what cuckoos say, you know.
So, with sparrows and cuckoos,
With rats and with dogs,
With ducks and with crows,
With cats and with hogs,
A fine song I have made,
To please you, my dear;
And if it's well sung,
'T will be charming to hear.
THE BURNY BEE
Bless you, bless you, burny bee;
Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
DANTY BABY
Danty baby diddy,
What can mammy do wid 'e,
But sit in a lap,
And give 'un a pap?
Sing danty baby diddy.
THE DOVE AND THE WREN
The Dove says, coo, coo, what shall I do?
I can scarce maintain two.
Pooh, pooh! says the wren, I have got ten,
And keep them all like gentlemen.
TOMMY'S CAKE
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Baker's man!
That I will master,
As fast as I can.
Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with T,
And there will be enough
For Jacky and me.
THE MAN OF THESSALY
There was a man of Thessaly,
And he was wond'rous wise,
He jump'd into a quickset hedge,
And scratched out both his eyes:
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump'd into another hedge,
And scratch'd them back again.
CUSHY COW
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.
THERE WAS AN OLD WOMAN
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink;
And tho' victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
This plaguy old woman could never keep quiet.
She went to the baker to buy her some bread,
And when she came home her old husband was dead;
She went to the clerk to toll the bell,
And when she came back her old husband was well.
TELL-TALE-TIT
Tell-tale-tit,
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in our town
Shall have a little bit.
ELIZABETH, ELSPETH, BETSY, AND BESS
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.
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Sing a song of sixpence,
Pockets 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 parlour,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes,
Down came a blackbird,
And snapped off her nose.
THREE CHILDREN SLIDING
Three children sliding on the ice
Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.
O! had these children been at school,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not then been drown'd.
Ye parents who have children dear,
And eke ye that have none,
If you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.
RIDE AWAY, RIDE AWAY
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.
MOTHER GOOSE
Old Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,
'T was built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
She had a son Jack,
A plain-looking lad,
He was not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought;
"Here, Mother," says he,
"It will not go for nought."
Jack's goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack ran to his mother,
The news for to tell,
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.
Jack sold his gold egg
To a rogue of a Jew,
Who cheated him out of
The half of his due.
Then Jack went a-courting
A lady so gay,
As fair as the lily,
As sweet as the May.
The Jew and the Squire
Came behind his back,
And began to belabour
The sides of poor Jack.
Then old Mother Goose
That instant came in,
And turned her son Jack
Into famed Harlequin.
She then with her wand
Touched the lady so fine,
And turned her at once
Into sweet Columbine.
The gold egg into
The sea was thrown then,--
When Jack jumped in,
And got the egg back again.
The Jew got the goose,
Which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once
His pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in,
And caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back,
Flew up to the moon.
DEAR, DEAR!
Dear, dear! what can the matter be?
Two old women got up in an apple-tree;
One came down,
And the other stayed till Satur-day.
THE LION AND THE UNICORN
The lion and the unicorn were fighting for the crown;
The lion beat the unicorn all round about the town.
Some gave them white bread, and some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.
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.
THE NUT-TREE
I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;
The King of Spain's daughter came to see me,
And all was because of my little nut-tree.
I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
POLLY FLINDERS
Little Polly Flinders
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her ten little toes!
Her mother came and caught her,
And whipped her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.
BRIAN O'LIN
Brian O'Lin had no breeches to wear,
So he bought him a sheep-skin and made him a pair,
With the skinny side out, and the woolly side in,
"Ah, ha, that is warm!" said Brian O'Lin.
Brian O'Lin and his wife and wife's mother,
They all went over a bridge together;
The bridge was broken and they all fell in,
"Mischief take all!" quoth Brian O'Lin.
MARGERY DAW
See-saw, Margery Daw,
Jacky shall have a new master.
He shall have but a penny a day,
Because he can't work any faster.
NONSENSE
We are all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps,
The kittens are gone to St. Paul's,
The babies are bit,
The moon's in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.
ANOTHER FALLING OUT
My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 't was all about:
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun.
LITTLE BOY BLUE
Little Boy Blue, come, blow up your horn;
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
Under the haystack, fast asleep.
LITTLE 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?
OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN
"Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?"
"Speak a little louder, sir, I'm very thick of hearing."
"Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?"
"Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly."
UP HILL AND DOWN DALE
Up hill and down dale;
Butter is made in every vale;
And if that Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
LUCY LOCKET
Lucy Locket
Lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher
Found it;
Nothing in it,
Nothing in it,
But the binding
Round it.
FORTUNE-TELLING BY DAISY PETALS
He loves me, he don't!
He'll have me, he won't!
He would if he could,
But he can't, so he don't!
BABY BUNTING
Baby, baby bunting,
Father's gone a-hunting,
Mother's gone a-milking,
Sister's gone a-silking,
Brother's gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.
THE MOUSE RAN UP THE CLOCK
Dickory,
Dickory,
Dock!
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Dickory,
Dickory,
Dock!
ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING
One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather,
There I met an old man clothed all in leather;
He began to compliment and I began to grin,
How do you do? how do you do? how do you do again?
THE LITTLE HUSBAND
I had a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot,
And then I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.
I gave him a pair of garters
To tie up his little hose,
And a little silk handkerchief
To wipe his little nose.
TO THE HAYFIELD
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 make the hay.
THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes, loud and shrill,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
Hot July brings cooling showers
Apricots, and gillyflowers.
August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit;
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant;
Then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast;
Then the leaves are whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
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 would have her,
And stole my little moppet away.
SIMON BRODIE'S COW
Simon Brodie had a cow;
He lost his cow and could not find her;
When he had done what man could do,
The cow came home and her tail behind her.
A CARRION CROW
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.
NANNY ETTICOAT
Little Nanny Etticoat,
In a white petticoat
And a red nose;
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.
GOOD-FRIDAY SONG
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.
I SAW A SHIP A SAILING
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And it was full of pretty things
For baby and for me.
There were sweetmeats 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 cried, "Quack, quack!"
ONE, TWO.
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,
Who will delve;
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a-waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
My plate's empty.
LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree;
Up went Pussy cat and down went he.
Down came Pussy cat, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can."
DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING