JACK and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down, and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling a'ter.

I WOULD, if I could;

If I couldn't, how could I?

I couldn't without I could, could I?

Could you without you could, could ye?

Could ye, could ye?

SING a song of sixpence,
A bag full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;

When the pie was open'd,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes,
There came a little blackbird,
And snapt off her nose.

HEY, my kitten, my kitten,

And hey, my kitten, my deary; Such a sweet pet as this

Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, roundy.

Rigadoon, rigadoon, now let him fly.
Sit upon mother's foot, jump him up high.

A LITTLE boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out, and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.

SING jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,
The table and the frame;
My master he did cudgel me
For kissing of my dame.