ABC

A, B, C, tumble down D,

The cat's in the cupboard, and can't see me.

AT Brill on the Hill,

The wind blows shrill,

The cook no meat can dress;

At Stow in the Wold

The wind blows cold,

I know no more than this.

TOMMY TROT, a man of law,
Sold his bed and lay upon straw:
Sold the straw and slept on grass,
To buy his wife a looking-glass.

ROWSTY dowt, my fire's all out,
My little dame is not at home!

I'll sadd my duck, and bridle my hen,
And fetch

my little dame home again!

Home she came, tritty, trot,

She asked for the porridge she left in the pot; Some she ate and some she shod,

And some she gave to the truckler's dog; She took up the ladle and knocked its head, And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!

DING, dong, darrow,

The cat and the sparrow;

The little dog has burnt his tail, And he shall be hang'd to-morrow.

COME dance a jig

To my Granny's pig,

With a raudy, rowdy, dowdy;

Come dance a jig

To my Granny's pig,

And pussy-cat shall crowdy.

ONE, two,

Buckle my shoe;
Three, four,

Shut the door;

Five, six,

Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,

Lay them straight;
Nine, ten,

A good fat hen;

Eleven, twelve,
Who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids a kissing;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,

My stomach's empty.

ONE's none;
Two's some;

Three's a many;

Four's a penny;

Five is a little hundred.

BIRDS of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;

Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.

LITTLE General Monk Sat upon a trunk Eating a crust of bread;

There fell a hot coal

And burnt in his clothes a hole,

Now General Monk is dead.

Keep always from the fire:

If you catch your attire,

You too, like Monk, will be dead.