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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!
BEDTIME
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, Gallop-a-trot, Gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hoy, Hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
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, Slitherum, slatherum, 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
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 s.h.i.+llings,"
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 Sh.o.r.editch.
"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.
