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. The King of Hearts Call'd for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore: The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vow'd he'd steal no more. |