THERE
HERE was an old woman who lived

in a shoe, She had so many children she did n't

know what to do; She gave them some broth without any

bread, She whipped them all soundly and put

them to bed.

Hey! diddle diddle,

The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport, While the dish ran away with the

THREE

HREE wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song had been longer.

LITTLE Betty Blue
Lost her holiday shoe;
What shall little Betty do?
Give her another
To match the other,
And then she can walk in two.

One misty, moisty morning,

When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man

Clothed all in leather;
Clothed all in leather,
With
cap

under his chin, — How do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again?

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddling-stick,
And don't know what to do.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!
My dame has found her shoe,
And master 's found his fiddling-stick,
Sing doodle, doodle, doo.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
My dame will dance with
While master fiddles his fiddling-stick
For dame and doodle-doo.

you,