HARK! HARK!

Hark! hark!

The dogs do bark,

The beggars are coming to town;

Some in rags,

Some in tags,

And some in velvet gowns.

SONG OF THE DAYS.

How many days has my baby to play? Saturday, Sunday, Monday,

Tuesday Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW.

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow,

And what will the robin do then,

He'll sit in the barn

Poor thing?

And keep himself warm,

And hide his head under his wing,

Poor thing!

THREE CHILDREN SLIDING ON THE ICE.

Three children sliding on the ice,

Upon a summer's day;

As it fell out, they all fell in,

The rest they ran away.

A BIRD SONG.

Once I saw a little bird
Come hop, hop, hop;

So I cried, "Little bird,
Will you stop, stop, stop?"

And was going to the window
"How do you do?"

To say

But he shook his little tail,

And far away he flew.

IN APRIL'S SWEET MONTH.

In April's sweet month,
When leaves begin to spring,
Little lambs skip like fairies,
And birds build and sing.

A SWARM OF BEES.

A swarm of bees in May
Is worth a load of hay;
A swarm of bees in June
Is worth a silver spoon;
A swarm of bees in July
Is not worth a fly.

A LITTLE GIRL.

Elisabeth, Elspeth, Betsey, and Bess,

They all went together to seek a bird's nest. They found a bird's nest with five eggs in it, They all took one and left four in it.

LITTLE BOY BLUE.

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,

The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn; What is this the way you mind your sheep, Under the hay-cock, fast asleep?

LITTLE BO-PEEP.

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them,
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For still they all were fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,

Determined for to find them;

She found them, indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them.

BA-A, BA-A, BLACK SHEEP.

Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep, have you any wool?

Yes, marry, have I, three bags full:

One for my master, one for his dame,

And one for the little boy that lives in the lane.

A PLEASANT DAY.

Come, my children, come away,
For the sun shines bright to-day;
Little children, come with me,
Birds, and brooks, and flowers to see.

See the little lambs at play

In the meadows bright and gay;
How they leap and skip and run,
Full of frolic, full of fun!

Bring the hoop and bring the ball;
Come, with happy faces all,

Let us make a merry ring,

Talk and dance, and laugh and sing.

MISTRESS MARY, QUITE CONTRARY.

"Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?"
"With silver-bells and cockle-shells

And pretty maids all in a row."