Catch him, crow! carry him, kite!

Take him away till the apples are ripe;

When they are ripe and ready to fall,

Home comes [Johnny,] apples and all.

Dickery, dickery, dare,

The pig flew up in the air;

The man in brown soon brought him down,

Dickery, dickery, dare.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,

She lays eggs for gentlemen;

Gentlemen come every day

To see what my black hen doth lay.

Pussy sat by the fire-side

In a basket full of coal-dust;

Bas-

ket,

Coal-

dust,

In a basket full of coal-dust!

Little Robin Red-breast

Sat upon a rail:

Niddle naddle went his head,

Wiggle waggle went his tail.

Little Robin Red-breast,

Sat upon a hirdle;

With a pair of speckled legs,

And a green girdle.

Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf,

Peter Henderson got the half;

Willy Wilkinson got the head,

Ring the bell, the calf is dead!

Hie hie, says Anthony,

Puss in the pantry

Gnawing, gnawing

A mutton mutton-bone;

See now she tumbles it,

See now she mumbles it,

See how she tosses

The mutton mutton-bone.

A long-tail'd pig, or a short-tail'd pig,

Or a pig without e'er a tail,

A sow-pig, or a boar-pig,

Or a pig with a curly tail.

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.

Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home,

Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,

All but one that ligs under a stone,

Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.

Riddle me, riddle me, ree,

A hawk sate upon a tree;

And he says to himself, says he,

Oh dear! what a fine bird I be.

Eat, Birds, eat, and make no waste,

I lie here and make no haste;

If my master chance to come,

You must fly, and I must run.

Pussy cat Mole,

Jump'd 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.

As I went to Bonner,

I met a pig

Without a wig,

Upon my word and honour.

There was a little one-eyed gunner

Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.

There was a piper, he'd a cow,

And he'd no hay to give her

He took his pipes and played a tune,

Consider, old cow, consider!

The cow considered very well,

For she gave the piper a penny,

That he might play the tune again,

Of corn rigs are bonnie!

As titty mouse sat in the witty to spin,

Pussy came to her and bid her good ev'n,

"Oh, what are you doing, my little 'oman?"

"A spinning a doublet for my gude man."

"Then shall I come to thee and wind up thy thread,"

"Oh no, Mrs. Puss, you'll bite off my head."

Shoe the colt,

Shoe the colt,

Shoe the wild mare,

Here a nail,

There a nail,

Yet she goes bare.

Betty Pringle had a little pig,

Not very little and not very big,

When he was alive he lived in clover,

But now he's dead, and that's all over.

So Billy Pringle he laid down and cried,

And Betty Pringle she laid down and died;

So there was an end of one, two, and three:

Billy Pringle he,

Betty Pringle she,

And the piggy wiggy.

Cock Robin got up early,

At the break of day,

And went to Jenny's window,

To sing a roundelay.

He sang Cock Robin's love

To the pretty Jenny Wren,

And when he got unto the end,

Then he began again.

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.

Jack Sprat's pig,

He was not very little,

Nor yet very big;

He was not very lean,

He was not very fat;

He'll do well for a grunt,

Says little Jack Sprat.

Barnaby Bright he was a sharp cur,

He always would bark if a mouse did but stir;

But now he's grown old, and can no longer bark,

He's condemn'd by the parson to be hanged by the clerk.

Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings,

Pussy cat eat the dumplings.

Mamma stood by,

And cried, Oh, fie!

Why did you eat the dumplings?

The robin and the wren,

They fought upon the parrage pan;

But ere the robin got a spoon,

The wren had eat the parrage down.

Little Bob Robin,

Where do you live?

Up in yonder wood, sir,

On a hazel twig.

The winds they did blow,

The leaves they did wag;

Along came a beggar boy,

And put me in his bag.

He took me up to London,

A lady did me buy,

Put me in a silver cage,

And hung me up on high.

With apples by the fire,

And nuts for to crack,

Besides a little feather bed

To rest my little back.

I had a little cow, to save her,

I turned her into the meadow to graze her;

There came a heavy storm of rain,

And drove the little cow home again.

The church doors they stood open,

And there the little cow was cropen:

The bell-ropes they were made of hay,

And the little cow eat them all away:

The sexton came to toll the bell,

And pushed the little cow into the well!

In the month of February,

When green leaves begin to spring,

Little lambs do skip like fairies,

Birds do couple, build, and sing.

Pussy sits behind the fire,

How can she be fair?

In comes the little dog,

Pussy, are you there?

So, so, Mistress Pussy,

Pray how do you do?

Thank you, thank you, little dog,

I'm very well just now.

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!

Bow, wow, wow,

Whose dog art thou?

Little Tom Tinker's dog,

Bow, wow, wow.

Pitty Patty Polt,

Shoe the wild colt!

Here a nail;

And there a nail;

Pitty Patty Polt.

How d' 'e dogs, how? whose dog art thou,

Little Tom Tinker's dog! what's that to thou?

Hiss! bow, a wow, wow!

Bobbin-a-Bobbin bent his bow,

And shot at a woodcock and kill'd a yowe:

The yowe cried ba, and he ran away,

But never came back 'till midsummer-day.

A little cock sparrow sat on a green tree, (tris)

And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he; (tris)

A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,

And he cherruped, he cherruped so merry was he.

A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow, (tris)

Determined to shoot this little cock sparrow, (tris)

A naughty, &c.

Determined, &c.

This little cock sparrow shall make me a stew, (tris)

And his giblets shall make me a little pie too, (tris)

Oh, no! said ye sparrow I won't make a stew,

So he flapped his wings and away he flew!

Snail, snail, put out your horns,

I'll give you bread and barleycorns.

Dame, what makes your ducks to die?

What the pize ails 'em? what the pize ails 'em?

They kick up their heels, and there they lie,

What the pize ails 'em now?

Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!

Dame, what makes your ducks to die?

What a pize ails 'em? what a pize ails 'em?

Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!

Dame, what ails your ducks to die?

Eating o' polly-wigs, eating o' polly-wigs.

Heigh, ho! heigh, ho!

Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,

Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,

All but one, and her name is Ann,

And she crept under the pudding-pan.

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."

Little Robin Redbreast jump'd upon a wall,

Pussy cat jump'd after him, and almost got a fall,

Little Robin chirp'd and sang, and what did Pussy say?

Pussy cat said "Mew," and Robin jump'd away.

There was 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.

Snail, snail, shut out your horns;

Father and mother are dead:

Brother and sister are in the back yard,

Begging for barley bread.

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 brew'd me my ale,

She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.

Pussey cat sits by the fire,

How did she come there?

In walks the little dog,

Says, "Pussey! are you there?

How do you do, Mistress Pussey?

Mistress Pussey, how d'ye do?"

"I thank you kindly, little dog,

I fare as well as you!"

Cock-a-doodle-do,

My dad's gane to ploo;

Mammy's lost her pudding-poke,

And knows not what to do.

Higglepy Piggleby,

My black hen,

She lays eggs

For gentlemen;

Sometimes nine,

And sometimes ten,

Higglepy Piggleby,

My black hen!

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?

Jack Sprat

Had a cat,

It had but one ear;

It went to buy butter,

When butter was dear.

On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit,

I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;

The cock sparrow flew over the table;

The pot began to play with the ladle.

See, saw, Margery Daw,

The old hen flew over the malt house,

She counted her chickens one by one,

Still she missed the little white one,

And this is it, this is it, this is it.

Hurly, burly, trumpet trase,

The cow was in the market place,

Some goes far, and some goes near,

But where shall this poor henchman steer?

There was an old woman had three cows,

Rosy, and Colin, and Dun;

Rosy and Colin were sold at the fair,

And Dun broke his head in a fit of despair

And there was an end of her three cows,

Rosy, and Colin, and Dun.

I'll away yhame,

And tell my dame,

That all my geese

Are gane but yane;

And it's a steg (gander),

And it's lost a leg;

And it'll be gane

By I get yhame.

Curr dhoo, curr dhoo,

Love me, and I'll love you!

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.

Little cock robin peep'd out of his cabin,

To see the cold winter come in,

Tit, for tat, what matter for that,

He'll hide his head under his wing!

The pettitoes are little feet,

And the little feet not big;

Great feet belong to the grunting hog,

And the pettitoes to the little pig.

Charley Warley had a cow.

Black and white about the brow;

Open the gate and let her go through,

Charley Warley's old cow!

I had a little cow;

Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!

I had a little cow, and it had a little calf,

Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song half.

I had a little cow;

Hey-diddle, ho-diddle!

I had a little cow, and I drove it to the stall;

Hey-diddle, ho-diddle; and there's my song all!

The Cock.     Lock the dairy door,

Lock the dairy door!

  The Hen.     Chickle, chackle, chee,

I haven't got the key!

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.

Bah, bah, black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes, marry, have I,

Three bags full:

One for my master,

And one for my dame,

But none for the little boy

Who cries in the lane.

Hussy, hussy, where's your horse?

Hussy, hussy, gone to grass!

Hussy, hussy, fetch him home,

Hussy, hussy, let him alone.

Leg over leg,

As the dog went to Dover;

When he came to a stile,

Jump he went over.

Rowsty dowt, my fire's all out,

My little dame is not at home!

I'll saddle my cock, and bridle my hen,

And fetch my little dame home again!

Home she came, tritty trot,

She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;

Some she ate and some she shod,

And some she gave to the truckler's dog;

She took up the ladle and knocked its head,

And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!

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?

He's under the hay-cock fast asleep.

Will you wake him? No, not I;

For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.

Goosey, goosey, gander,

Where shall I wander?

Up stairs, down stairs,

And 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.

Goosy, goosy, gander,

Who stands yonder?

Little Betsy Baker;

Take her up, and shake her.

sell you the key of the king's garden:

I sell you the string that ties the key, &c.

I sell you the rat that gnawed the string, &c.

I sell you the cat that caught the rat, &c.

I sell you the dog that bit the cat, &c.

John Ball shot them all;

John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

John Wyming made the priming,

And John Brammer made the rammer,

And John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

John Block made the stock,

And John Brammer made the rammer,

And John Wyming made the priming,

And John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

John Crowder made the powder,

And John Block made the stock,

And John Wyming made the priming,

And John Brammer made the rammer,

And John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

John Puzzle made the muzzle,

And John Crowder made the powder,

And John Block made the stock,

And John Wyming made the priming,

And John Brammer made the rammer,

And John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

John Clint made the flint,

And John Puzzle made the muzzle,

And John Crowder made the powder,

And John Block made the stock,

And John Wyming made the priming,

And John Brammer made the rammer,

And John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

John Patch made the match,

John Clint made the flint,

John Puzzle made the muzzle,

John Crowder made the powder,

John Block made the stock,

John Wyming made the priming,

John Brammer made the rammer,

John Scott made the shot,

But John Ball shot them all.

1.     This is the house that Jack built.

2.     This is the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

3.     This is the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

4.     This is the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

5.     This is the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

6.     This is the cow with the crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

7.     This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

8.     This is the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

9.     This is the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd 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 kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

10.   This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

11.   This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd 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.

1.     A kid, a kid, my father bought,

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

2.     Then came the cat, and ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

3.     Then came the dog, and bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

4.     Then came the staff, and beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

5.     Then came the fire, and burned the staff,

That beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

6.     Then came the water, and quenched the fire,

That burned the staff,

That beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

7.     Then came the ox, and drank the water,

That quenched the fire,

That burned the staff,

That beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

8.     Then came the butcher, and slew the ox,

That drank the water,

That quenched the fire,

That burned the staff,

That beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

9.     Then came the angel of death, and killed the butcher,

That slew the ox,

That drank the water,

That quenched the fire,

That burned the staff,

That beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.

10.   Then came the Holy One, blessed be He!

And killed the angel of death,

That killed the butcher,

That slew the ox,

That drank the water,

That quenched the fire,

That burned the staff,

That beat the dog,

That bit the cat,

That ate the kid,

That my father bought

For two pieces of money:

A kid, a kid.