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 Had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,

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 garden to pick some sage,

He tumbled down and fell in a rage;

I sent him to the cellar, to draw a pot of beer/

He came up again and said there was none there.

Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;
Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock fast asleep.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I will, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put in the oven for Tommy and me.

See, saw, Margery Daw,

Little Jackey shall have a new master; Little Jackey shall have but a penny B 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.
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day:
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,

And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,

And beat the Knave full sore:
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.

Little blue Betty lived in a den,

She sold good ale to gentlemen:

Gentlemen came every day,

And little blue Betty hopp'd away.

She hopp'd up stairs to make her bed,

And she tumbled down and broke her head.