HEY ding a ding, what shall I sing?
How many holes in a skimmer?

Four and twenty,--my stomach is empty;
Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.

DI.

TIDDLE liddle lightum,
Pitch and tar;

Tiddle liddle lightum,

What's that for?

DII.

SEE-SAW, Jack in a hedge,

Which is the way to London Bridge?

One foot up, the other down,

That is the way to London town.

Cock a doodle doo!

What is my dame to do?

Till master finds his fiddling-stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe,

And master's found his fiddling-stick, Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling-stick,

For dame and doodle doo.

Cock a doodle doo!

Dame has lost her shoe;

Gone to bed and scratched her head,

And can't tell what to do.

DIV.

LITTLE Tee Wee,

He went to sea

In an open boat;
And while afloat

The little boat bended,
And my story's ended.

[The first line of the following is the burden of a song in the "Tempest," Act I. sc. 2, and also of one in the "Merchant of Venice," Act III. sc. 2.]

Who put her in?—

Little Tommy Lin.

Who pulled her out?—

Dog with long snout.

What a naughty boy was that

To drown poor pussy-cat,

Who never did any harm,

But killed the mice in his father's barn.

DVI.

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

DVII.

DEEDLE, deedle, dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his trowsers on;

One shoe off, the other shoe on,

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John,

DVIII.

DIDDLEDY, diddledy, dumpty:
The cat ran up the plum-tree.
I'll lay you a crown

I'll fetch you down;

So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.