Rhymes: Bat, bat,...

Bat, bat, Come under my hat, And I'll give you a slice of bacon; And when I bake I'll give you a cake If I am not mistaken.

HARK! HARK!

Hark, hark! the dogs do bark! Beggars are coming to town: Some in jags, and some in rags, And some in velvet gown.

The hart he loves the high wood, The hare she loves the hill; The Knight he loves his bright sword, The Lady--loves her will.

Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market? A peck of meal upon her back, A babby in her basket; Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?

THE MAN OF BOMBAY

There was a fat man of Bombay, Who was smoking one sunshiny day; When a bird called a snipe Flew away with his pipe, Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.

POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!

Poor old Robinson Crusoe! Poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat Of an old Nanny goat. I wonder why they should do so! With a ring-a-ting-tang, And a ring-a-ting-tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!

A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, A hundred eyes and never a nose!

MY MAID MARY

My maid Mary she minds the dairy, While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn; Gaily run the reel and the little spinning wheel, While I am singing and mowing my corn.

A DIFFICULT RHYME

What is the rhyme for porringer? The king he had a daughter fair, And gave the Prince of Orange her.

PRETTY JOHN WATTS

Pretty John Watts, We are troubled with rats. Will you drive them out of the house? We have mice, too, in plenty, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay And nibble away, What harm in a little brown mouse?

GOOD ADVICE

Come when you're called, Do what you're bid, Shut the door after you, And never be chid.

I LOVE SIXPENCE

I love sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence, I love sixpence as my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it, I took a penny home to my wife.

Oh, my little fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence, I love fourpence as my life; I spent twopence of it, I spent twopence of it, And I took twopence home to my wife.

BYE, BABY BUNTING

Bye, baby bunting, Father's gone a-hunting, Mother's gone a-milking, Sister's gone a-silking, And brother's gone to buy a skin To wrap the baby bunting in.

TOM, TOM, THE PIPER'S SON

Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run, The pig was eat, And Tom was beat, And Tom ran crying down the street.

COMICAL FOLK

In a cottage in Fife Lived a man and his wife Who, believe me, were comical folk; For, to people's surprise, They both saw with their eyes, And their tongues moved whenever they spoke!

When they were asleep, I'm told, that to keep Their eyes open they could not contrive; They both walked on their feet, And 'twas thought what they eat Helped, with drinking, to keep them alive!

Cocks crow in the morn To tell us to rise, And he who lies late Will never be wise;

For early to bed And early to rise, Is the way to be healthy And wealthy and wise.

TOMMY SNOOKS

As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks Were walking out one Sunday, Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks, "Wilt marry me on Monday?"

THE THREE SONS

There was an old woman had three sons, Jerry and James and John, Jerry was hanged, James was drowned, John was lost and never was found; And there was an end of her three sons, Jerry and James and John!

THE BLACKSMITH

"Robert Barnes, my fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine?" "Yes, good sir, that I can, As well as any other man; There's a nail, and there's a prod, Now, good sir, your horse is shod."

TWO GRAY KITS

The two gray kits, And the gray kits' mother, All went over The bridge together.

The bridge broke down, They all fell in; "May the rats go with you," Says Tom Bolin.

ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE

One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Knock at the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good, fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, My plate's empty.

COCK-A-DOODLE-DO!

Cock-a-doodle-do! My dame has lost her shoe, My master's lost his fiddle-stick And knows not what to do.

Cock-a-doodle-do! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddle-stick, She'll dance without her shoe.

PAIRS OR PEARS

Twelve pairs hanging high, Twelve knights riding by, Each knight took a pear, And yet left a dozen there.

At the siege of Belleisle I was there all the while, All the while, all the while, At the siege of Belleisle.

OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three! And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he. "Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

See, see! What shall I see? A horse's head where his tail should be.

DAPPLE-GRAY

I had a little pony, His name was Dapple-Gray, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire.