Little Blue Betty lived in a lane;
She sold good ale to gentlemen;
Gentlemen came every day,

And Little Blue Betty hopped away.

She hopped upstairs to make her bed,

And she tumbled down and broke her head.

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

The King of France came down the hill,
And ne'er went up again.

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail,

[his tail;

Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle waddle, went Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a bridle,

With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle.

Tarry a while," says Slow;

"Put on the pan," says Greedy Nan,

"Let's sup before we go."

I had a little dog, they called him Buff:
I sent him to the shop for a hap'orth of snuff;
But he lost the bag and spilt the snuff,
So take that cuff, and that's enough.

Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Very ill on Thursday,

Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

HE happy winter evening 's come,

And the lamp burns bright in the cheerful home, And kind mamma, by the warm fireside,

Reads the book of stories, the children's pride.

For all the day's work is over and past,
And the story-book time has come at last;
So let us enjoy it with heartfelt delight,
Till bed-time comes, and we say good night.