There was an old woman Sold puddings and pies, She went to the mill, And the dust flew in her eyes. While through the streets, To all she meets, She ever cries, Hot Pies Hot Pies. The little Robin grieves When the snow is on the ground, For the trees have no leaves, And no berries can be found. The air is cold, the worms are hid, And then he'll live till snow is gone. Little Jack Nory Cock-horse toride, Sword and scabbard by his side, Saddle, leaden spurs and switches, His pocket tight With cents all bright, Marbles, tops, puzzles, props, Now he's put in jacket and breeches. There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, Come again, Jack-come again, Jill. Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, |