Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market? See a pin and pick it up See-saw, Margery Daw See, see! What shall I see? Shoe the colt Simple Simon met a pieman Sing a song of sixpence Sing, sing, what shall I sing? Sleep, baby, sleep Solomon Grundy Swan, swan, over the sea
Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do? The fair maid who, the first of May The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain The greedy man is he who sits The hart he love's the high wood The King of France went up the hill The little robin grieves The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown The Man in the Moon came tumbling down The Man in the Moon looked out of the moon The man in the wilderness The north wind doth blow The Queen of Hearts There came an old woman from France There dwelt an old woman at Exeter There's a neat little clock There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile There was a fat man of Bombay There was a little boy and a little girl There was a little girl who had a little curl There was a little man There was a little man, and he had a little gun There was a little woman, as I've been told There was a man and he had naught There was a man in our town There was an old man There was an old man of Tobago There was an old woman There was an old woman, and what do you think? There was an old woman, as I've heard tell There was an old woman had three sons There was an old woman in Surrey There was an old woman of Gloucester There was an old woman of Harrow There was an old woman of Leeds There was an old woman sat spinning There was an old woman tossed in a basket There was an old woman who lived in a shoe There was a piper had a cow There were once two cats of Kilkenny There were two birds sat on a stone The two gray kits Thirty days hath September Thirty white horses upon a red hill This is the house that Jack built This is the way the ladies ride This little pig went to market Three blind mice! See how they run! Three children sliding on the ice Three straws on a staff Three wise men of Gotham "To bed! To bed" To make your candles last for aye To market, to market, to buy a fat pig Tommy's tears and Mary's fears Tom, Tom, the piper's son Trip upon trenchers 'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee Twelve pairs hanging high
Up at Piccadilly, oh!
Wee Willie Winkle runs through the town What are little boys made of, made of? "What is the news of the day" What is the rhyme for porringer? When I was a bachelor When I was a little girl, about seven years old When little Fred went to bed "Where are you going, my pretty maid?" "Whistle, daughter, whistle" Who killed Cock Robin? "Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?" Willy, Willy Wilkin
Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window "You owe me five shillings" You shall have an apple
THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE
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 all their tails behind 'em!
It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray Unto a meadow hard by-- There she espied their tails, side by side, All hung on a tree to dry.
She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, And over the hillocks she raced; And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, That each tail should be properly placed.
LITTLE BOY BLUE
Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep!
Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day; Little Johnny wants to play.
There's a neat little clock,-- In the schoolroom it stands,-- And it points to the time With its two little hands.
And may we, like the clock, Keep a face clean and bright, With hands ever ready To do what is right.
Cold and raw the north wind doth blow, Bleak in the morning early; All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly.
FINGERS AND TOES
Every lady in this land Has twenty nails, upon each hand Five, and twenty on hands and feet: All this is true, without deceit.
A SEASONABLE SONG
Piping hot, smoking hot. What I've got You have not. Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot; Hot gray pease, hot.
DAME TROT AND HER CAT
Dame Trot and her cat Led a peaceable life, When they were not troubled With other folks' strife.
When Dame had her dinner Pussy would wait, And was sure to receive A nice piece from her plate.
THREE CHILDREN 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.
Oh, had these children been at school, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny They had not then been drowned.
