Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Pick up sticks; A good fat hen; 74 Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man! 75 Pease-porridge hot, 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? Shoe the little horse, And shoe the little mare, Run bare, bare, bare. 88 Sing a song of sixpence, The birds began to sing; The king was in his counting-house Eating bread and honey; 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; Star light, star bright, I wish I may, I wish I might, 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 And asked the way to Norwich; 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, Will hide his head under his wing, 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, The King of France came down the hill, And found a crooked sixpence against a And ne'er went up again. crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a | Victuals and drink were the chief of her crooked mouse, diet; And they all lived together in a little Yet this little old woman could never crooked house. 96 There was a little boy went into a barn, 97 There was a man and he had naught, 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 scratched out both his eyes: 99 There was an old man, 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, Till her fingers were sore, 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! She had so many children, she didn't They all ran after the farmer's wife, 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, 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 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 |