LITTLE JACK HORNER. LITTLE JACK HORNER.
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating his Christmas Pie;
He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
TO MARKET, TO MARKET. TO MARKET, TO MARKET.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
Home again, home again, jiggetty-jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggetty-jog.
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 from home;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a marrow bone.
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 girl
That cries in the lane.
PRETTY MAID, PRETTY MAID. PRETTY MAID, PRETTY MAID.
Pretty maid, pretty maid, where have you been?
Gathering a posie to give to the Queen.
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY. MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle-shells,
And columbines all of a row.
LITTLE BO-PEEP. LITTLE BO-PEEP.
Little Bo-Peep has lost his sheep,
And cannot tell where to find them
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt he heard them bleating
When he awoke, he found it a joke,
For still they all were fleeting.
Then up he took his little crook,
Determined for to find them;
He found them indeed, but it made his heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them.
HOT CROSS BUNS. 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 you have no daughters, give them to your sons.
THE CAT AND FIDDLE. THE CAT AND FIDDLE.
Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon,
The little dog laughed
To see the sport,
While the dish ran after the spoon.
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS. THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.
The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts
Upon a summer day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole those tarts,
And took them quite away.
The King of Hearts,
He missed those tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back those tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.
I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND. 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 horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters,
To garter up his hose,
And a little handkerchief
To wipe his pretty nose.
GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER. GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER.
Goosey, Goosey Gander,
Where shall I wander?
Up stairs, down stairs,
In my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
That would not say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him down stairs.
LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS. LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS.
Little Polly Flinders,
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes;
Her mother came and caught her,
And scolded her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.
DING DONG BELL. DING DONG BELL.
Ding Dong Bell,
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Tommy Lin.
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Trout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor little Pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father's barn.
"MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION." "MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION."
Multiplication is vexation;
Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.
THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY. THE DAPPLE-GREY PONY.
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple Grey,
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.
OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I. OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN, SAYS I.
Old woman, old woman, old woman say I,
O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
To sweep the cobwebs off the sky.
Shall I go with you? Ay, by-and-by.
DAME TROT AND HER CAT. DAME TROT AND HER CAT.
Dame Trot and her cat
Led a peaceable life
When they were not troubled
With other folks' strife.
When Dame had her dinner
Puss near her would wait,
And was sure to receive
A nice piece from her plate.
SIMPLE SIMON. SIMPLE SIMON.
Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Let me taste your ware.”
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
“Show me first your penny.”
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“Indeed, I have not any.”
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.
MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD. MARY HAD A PRETTY BIRD.
Mary had a pretty bird,
With feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs—upon my word,
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sang,
Which much delighted Mary;
And near the cage she'd ever sit,
To hear her own Canary.
IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN? IS JOHN SMITH WITHIN?
Is John Smith within?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Ay, marry, two;
Here a nail and there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.
GUY FAWKES. GUY FAWKES.
Please to remember
The fifth of November,
Gunpowder treason and plot.
I know no reason
Why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.
JACK AND JILL. 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.
LITTLE FRED. LITTLE FRED.
When little Fred went to bed,
He always said his prayers.
He kissed mamma and then papa,
And straightway went upstairs.
LITTLE TOM TUCKER. LITTLE TOM TUCKER.
Little Tommy Tucker,
Sings for his supper.
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall 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?
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 fortune, my pretty maid?
My face is my fortune, sir, she said.
Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid.
Nobody asked you, sir, she said.
RIDE A COCK-HORSE. RIDE A COCK-HORSE.
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,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE. SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.
Sing a song of sixpence,
A bag 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 countinghouse,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
'Long came a blackbird
And snapt off her nose.
TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON. 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 went roaring down the street.
OLD KING COLE. 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.
Every fiddler he had a 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!
FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A SNAIL. FOUR-AND-TWENTY TAILORS WENT TO KILL A 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.
HUSH-A-BY BABY. HUSH-A-BY BABY.
Hush-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman; mother's a queen;
Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring,
And Johnny's a drummer and drums for the king.
