Sing, sing, what shall I sing?

The cat has eaten the pudding-string!

Do, do, what shall I do?

The cat has bitten it quite in two.

When the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast j
When the wind is in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
When the wind is in the west,
Then 'tis at the very best.

Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells,
And maidens all a row.

I Had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,

It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;

When I got there I gave a great shout,

Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.

Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,

He would not come to my house, I made a little

feast; I had but a little, but I would give him some, For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.

Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross

To see what Emma can buy; A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake,

And a twopenny tart or a pie.

Multiplication is vexation,

Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,

And Practice drives me mad.

There was an owl lived in an oak,

Wisky, wasky, weedle;

And every word he ever spoke

Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.

A gunner chanced to come that way,

Wisky, wasky, weedle;

Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,"

Fiddle, faddle, feedle.