Ir's once I courted as pretty a lass, But now she's come to such a pass, She invited me to her own house, And she tumbled me into the hog-tub, OVER the water, and over the lea, JACK SPRAT could eat no fat, LITTLE Dicky Dilver Had a wife of silver. He took a stick and broke her back, ONE a penny, two a penny, hot cross-buns; If your daughters do not like them, give them to your sons. But if you should have none of these pretty little elves, You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves. I gave him some work and he did it very well; I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin; I sent him to the cellar, to draw a pot of beer," PAT-A-CAKE, pat-a-cake, baker's man! So I will, master, as fast as I can : SEE, saw, Margery Daw, Little Jackey shall have a new master; Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day, Because he can't work any faster. HUSH a bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough bends, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. |