The House that Jack Built

The clocking hen sat on her nest,
She made it in the hay;

And warm and snug beneath her breast
A dozen white eggs lay.

Crack, crack, went all the eggs;

Out dropped the chickens small! "Clock," said the clocking hen, "Now I have you all.

"Come along, my little chicks, I'll take a walk with you."

"Hallo!" said the barn-door cock,

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Cock-a-doodle-doo."

Unknown

"MOON, SO ROUND AND YELLOW"

MOON, so round and yellow,

Looking from on high,

How I love to see you

Shining in the sky.
Oft and oft I wonder,

When I see you there,
How they get to light you,
Hanging in the air:

Where you go at morning,
When the night is past,

And the sun comes peeping
O'er the hills at last.

Sometime I will watch you

Slyly overhead,

When you think I'm sleeping

Snugly in my bed.

Matthias Barr [1831

THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

THIS is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

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This is the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog

That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

Old Mother Hubbard

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That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog

That worried the cat
That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog

That worried the cat

That killed the rat

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

OLD Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,

To get her poor dog a bone:

But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's

To buy him some bread,
But when she came back

The poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's

To buy him a coffin, But when she came back

The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish

To get him some tripe,
But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the fishmonger's
To buy him some fish,
But when she came back
He was licking the dish.

She went to the ale-house
To get him some beer,
But when she came back
The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern

For white wine and red,

But when she came back

The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's

To buy him a hat,
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back

He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit,

But when she came back
He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's

To buy him a coat, But when she came back

He was riding a goat.

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She went to the cobbler's

To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back
He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back
The dog was spinning.

She went to the hosier's

To buy him some hose,
But when she came back

He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtesy,
The dog made a bow,
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said, "Bow-wow."

This wonderful dog

Was Dame Hubbard's delight;
He could sing, he could dance,
He could read, he could write.

THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN

WHO killed Cock Robin?

"I," said the Sparrow,

"With my bow and arrow,

I killed Cock Robin."

Who saw him die?

"I," said the Fly,

With my little eye,

I saw him die."

Who caught his blood?

"I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish,
I caught his blood."