Buckle my shoe;

Three, four,

Shut the door;
Five, six,

Pick up sticks;
Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;
Nine, ten,

A good fat hen;
Eleven, twelve,
Who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;
Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids a-kissing;
Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids a-waiting;
Nineteen, twenty,
My stomach's empty.

74

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 it in the oven for Tommy and me.

75

Pease-porridge hot,
Pease-porridge cold,
Pease-porridge in the pot,

Nine days old;

Some like it hot,

Some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot,

Nine days old.

86

See, saw, sacradown,

Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
And that is the way to London town.
87

Shoe the little horse,

And shoe the little mare,
And let the little colt

Run bare, bare, bare.

88

Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;
When the pie was opened,

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 parlor

Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden

Hanging out the clothes, When along came a blackbird, And pecked off her nose. Jenny was so mad,

She didn't know what to do;
She put her finger in her ear,
And cracked it right in two.
89

Star light, star bright,
First star I see to-night;

I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish to-night.

90

The King of France went up the hill, With twenty thousand men;

91

The lion and the unicorn

Were fighting for the crown; The lion beat the unicorn

All round about the town. Some gave them white bread,

And some gave them brown, Some gave them plumcake, And sent them out of town.

92

The man in the moon
Came tumbling down,

And asked the way to Norwich;
He went by the south
And burned his mouth
With supping cold pease porridge.

93

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what will the robin do then?

Poor thing!

He will sit in a barn,
And to keep himself warm,

Will hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!

94

The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,

All on a summer's day.

The Knave of Hearts he stole those

tarts,

And hid them clean away.

The King of Hearts he missed those tarts, And beat the Knave right sore,

The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.

95

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,

And ne'er went up again.

crooked stile:

diet;

96

There was 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.

97

There was a man and he had naught,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney top,

And then they thought they had him; But he got down on t'other side,

And then they could not find him: He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never looked behind him.

98

There was a man in our town,
And he was wondrous wise;
He jumped into a briar bush,

And scratched out both his eyes:
And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jumped into another bush,
And scratched 'em in again.

99

There was an old man,
And he had a calf,

And that's half;

He took him out of the stall, And put him on the wall; And that's all.

100

There was an old woman, and what do you think?

She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink:

keep quiet.

She went to the baker, to buy her some

bread,

And when she came home, her old hus

band was dead;

She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well.

ΙΟΙ

There was an old woman lived under a hill,

And if she's not gone, she lives there still. She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to mill;

The miller he swore by the point of his knife,

He never took toll of a mouse in his life.

102

There was an old woman of Leeds,
Who spent all her time in good deeds;
She worked for the poor,

Till her fingers were sore,
This pious old woman of Leeds!

103

There was an old woman of Norwich, Who lived upon nothing but porridge! Parading the town,

She turned cloak into gown! This thrifty old woman of Norwich.

104

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket

Nineteen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I couldn't but ask it.

For in her hand she carried a broom.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,

Three blind mice! see, how they run!

know what to do.

She gave them some broth without any bread,

Then whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed.

106

There was an owl lived in an oak,
Wisky, wasky, weedle;
And every word he ever spoke,

Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.

A gunner chanced to come that way,

Wisky, wasky, weedle;

Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird," Fiddle, faddle, feedle..

107

This is the way the ladies ride;
Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri, tre, tre, tree!
This is the way the ladies ride,

Tri, tre, tre, tree, tri, tre, tre, tree!

This is the way the gentlemen ride;

Gallop-a-trot, gallop-a-trot! This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-trot-a-trot!

This is the way the farmers ride;

Hobbledy-hoy, hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!

Who cut off their tails with the carving