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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!
c.o.c.k-CROW
c.o.c.ks 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.
c.o.c.k-A-DOODLE-DO!
c.o.c.k-a-doodle-do!
My dame has lost her shoe, My master's lost his fiddle-stick And knows not what to do.
c.o.c.k-a-doodle-do!
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.
BELLEISLE
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.
DAPPLE-GRAY
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.
p.u.s.s.y-CAT MEW
p.u.s.s.y-cat Mew jumped over a coal, And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
Poor p.u.s.s.y'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.