Tom, Tom, of Islington, I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb, As I was going to St. Ives, Every wife had seven sacks, Kits, cats, sacks and wives, How many were going to St. Ives? Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it, She opened the bag, he was out in a minute; The Cat saw him jump, and run under the table, And the dog said, catch him, puss, soon as you're able. Cross Patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Then call your neighbours in. See-saw, Margery Daw, Sold her bed, and lay upon straw. To sell her bed and lay in the dirt? What care I how black I be? Here's A, B, C, D, E, F, and G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, T, U, W, V, X, Y, and Z, And oh, dear me, When shall I learn My A, B, C. Milk-man, milk-man, where have you been? I spilt my milk, and I spoilt my clothes, I like little pussy, her coat is so warm, |