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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?

As round as an apple,

As deep as a cup,

All the king's horses

Can't pull it up.

Baa, baa, black sheep...

Baa, baa, black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,

Three bags full;

One for my master,

One for my dame,

And one for the little boy

That lives in our lane

mill, go...

Blow, wind, blow! And go, mill, go!

That the miller may grind his corn;

That the baker may take it,

And into rolls make it,

And send us some hot in the

morn.

Bow, wow, wow,

Whose dog art thou?

Little Tom Tinker's dog,

Bow, wow, wow.

Bye, 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

of a barn...

A cat came fiddling out of a barn,

With a pair of bagpipes under her

arm;

She could sing nothing but fiddle

cum fee,

The mouse has married the

bumblebee.

my shoe...

Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe,

Give it a stitch and that will do.

Here's a nail, and there's a prod,

And now my shoe is well shod.

Come, butter, come,

Come, butter, come!

Peter stands at the gate,

Waiting for a buttered cake;

Come, butter, come.

Cock-a-doodle- doo!

My dame has lost her shoe;

My master's lost his fiddling stick,

And don't know what to do.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

What is my dame to do?

Till master finds his fiddling stick,

She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

My dame has found her shoe,

And master's found his fiddling

stick,

Sing doodle-doodle- doo!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling

stick

For dame and doodle- doo.

down thy milk...

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.

my son John...

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son

John

Went to bed with his stockings on;

One shoe off, and one shoe on,

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son

John.

Ding, dong, bell,

Pussy's in the well!

Who put her in?

Little Tommy Green.

Who pulled her out?

Big Johnny Stout.

What a naughty boy was that,

To drown poor pussy-cat,

Who never did him any harm,

But killed the mice in his father's

barn!

A farmer went riding

Upon his gray mare;

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

With his daughter behind him,

So rosy and fair;

Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

A raven cried

And they all tumbled down;

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

The mare broke her knees,

And the farmer his crown;

Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

The mischievous raven

Flew laughing away;

Bumpety, bumpety, bump!

And vowed he would serve them

The same the next day;

Lumpety, lumpety, lump!

to play...

Girls and boys, come out to play,

The moon is shining as bright as

day.

Leave your supper, and leave

your sleep,

And come with your playfellows

into the street.

Come with a whoop, come with a

call,

Come with a good will or not at all.

Up the ladder and down the wall,

A halfpenny roll will serve us all.

You find milk, and I'll find flour,

And we'll have pudding in half an

hour.

this house...

God bless the master of this

house,

The mistress, also,

And all the little children,

That round the table go;

And all your kin and kinsmen

That dwell both far and near;

I wish you a Merry Christmas,

And a Happy New Year.

Hey!

diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the

spoon.

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock;

The clock struck one,

The mouse ran down;

Hickory, dickory, dock.

black hen...

Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen,

She lays eggs for gentlemen;

Sometimes nine, sometimes ten;

Higgledy, piggledy, my black hen.

wall...

Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;

Threescore men and threescore

more

Cannot place Humpty- Dumpty as

he was before.

Rock-a-bye, baby,

In the tree top:

When the wind blows,

The cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks,

The cradle will fall;

Down will come baby,

Cradle and all.

nothing would it bear...

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 visit me,

And all 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.

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.

call her Peep, Peep...

I have a little sister, they call her

Peep, Peep;

She wades the waters deep,

deep, deep;

She climbs the mountains high,

high, high;

Poor little creature, she has but

one eye.

I saw a ship a-sailing,

A-sailing on the sea;

And oh, it was all laden

With pretty things for thee!

There were comfits 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 said,

Quack!

as milk...

In marble walls as white as milk,

Lined with a skin as soft as silk,

Within a fountain crystal clear,

A golden apple doth appear;

No doors there are to this

stronghold,

Yet thieves break in and steal the

gold

sea...

If all the seas were one sea,

What a

great

sea that would be!

If all the trees were one tree,

What a

great

tree that would be!

If all the axes were one axe,

What a

great

axe that would be!

If all the men were one man,

What a

great

man he would be!

And if the

great

man took

the

great

axe,

And cut down the

great

tree,

And let it fall into the

great

sea,

What a

great

splash-

splash

that

would be!

corn...

Intery, mintery, cutery-corn,

Apple seed and apple thorn;

Wire, brier, limber-lock,

Five geese in a flock;

Sit and sing by a spring,

O-U-T, and in again.

hill...

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.

Jack be nimble,

And Jack be quick;

And Jack jump over

The candlestick.

Little Betty Blue

Lost her holiday shoe;

What can little Betty do?

Give her another

To match the other

And then she may walk in two.

her sheep...

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,

And can't 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 she heard them

bleating;

But when she awoke, she found it

a joke,

For they were still a-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

blow your horn...

Little Boy Blue, come blow your

horn.

The sheep's in the meadow, the

cow's in the corn.

Where is the boy that looks after

the sheep?

asleep.

Will you wake him?

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

Little Jack Horner

Sat in a corner,

Eating his Christmas pie.

He put in his thumb,

And he pulled out a plum,

And said,

I!

built a fine hall...

Little King Boggen he built a fine

hall,

Pie- crust and pastry-crust, that

was the wall;

The windows were made of black

puddings and white,

And slated with pancakes---you

ne'er saw the like.

Little Miss Muffet

Sat on a tuffet,

Eating of curds and whey;

There came a spider,

And sat down beside her,

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Little Nancy Etticoat,

In a white petticoat,

And a red nose;

The longer she stands,

The shorter she grows.

Little Robin Redbreast

Sat upon a rail;

Niddle, naddle, went his head,

Wiggle, waggle, went his tail.

contrary...

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,

How does your garden grow?

With cockle-shells, and silver

bells,

And pretty maids all in a row.

face...

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.

blow...

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what will the robin do then?

Poor thing!

He will sit in a barn,

And to keep himself warm,

Will hide his head under this wing.

Poor thing!

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.

Each 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 old King Cole and his

fiddlers three!

buy a fat pig...

To market, to

market, to buy a fat pig,

Home again, home again, dancing

a jig;

To market, to market, to buy a fat

hog;

Home again, home again, jiggety-

jog;

To market, to market, to buy a

plum bun,

Home again, home again, market

is done.