Mary Mary Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
and pretty maids all in a row.
Mary, Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
and pretty maids all in a row.
1.
The north wind doth blow,
and we shall have snow,
and what will poor robin do then?
poor thing!
2.
He’ll sit in a barn,
and keep himself warm,
and hide his head under his wing.
Poor thing!
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.
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers three
Oh, there’s non so rase
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone;
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
When she came back
The dog was dead!
She went to the undertaker’s
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The dog was laughing.
She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy him some fruit;
When she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat;
When she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat;
When she came back
He was feeding her cat.
She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.
1.
One, two, buckle my shoe
three, four, open the door
five, six, pick up sticks,
seven, eight, lay them straight
nine, ten, a good fat hen
2.
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
One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a crab alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To give the poor dog a bone;
When she came there,
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
When she came back
The dog was dead!
She went to the undertaker’s
To buy him a coffin;
When she came back
The dog was laughing.
She went to the fruiterer’s
To buy him some fruit;
When she came back
He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor’s
To buy him a coat;
When she came back
He was riding a goat.
She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat;
When she came back
He was feeding her cat.
She went to the barber’s
To buy him a wig
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.
1.
One, two, buckle my shoe
three, four, open the door
five, six, pick up sticks,
seven, eight, lay them straight
nine, ten, a good fat hen
2.
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
One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a crab alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.
1.
“Oranges and lemons,”
say the bells of St. Clement’s
“You owe me five farthings,”
say the bells of St. Martin’s
“When will you pay me?”
say the bells of Old Bailey
“When I grow rich,”
say the bells of Shoreditch
2.
“Oranges and lemons,”
say the bells of St. Clement’s
“You owe me five farthings,”
say the bells of St. Martin’s
Here comes a candle
to light you to bed,
and here comes a chopper
to chop off your head.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Baker’s man,
Bake me a cake
As fast as you can;
Prick it and pat it,
And mark it with T,
And put it in the oven
For Teddy and me.
Peas Porridge hot,
Peas Porridge cold,
Peas porridge in the pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot
Nine days old.
Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled pepper
A peck of pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a
peck of pickled peppers,
Where’s the peck of pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked?
1.
Half a pound of two penny rice,
half a pound of treacle
that’s the way the money goes,
Pop, goes the weasel
2.
Every night when I get home
The monkey’s on the table,
Take a stick and knock it off,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Rock-a-bye, baby,
In the tree top:
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall;
Down will come baby,
Cradle and all.
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman
Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman
Indeed I have not any.
Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother’s pail.
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much
Which made poor Simon whistle.
1.
Sing a song of sixpence,
a pocket full of rye
four and twenty blackbirds
baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing,
wasn’t that a danity dish
to set before a King!
2.
The King was in his counting house,
counting out his money
the Queen was in the parlor
eating bread and honey
the maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes,
when down came a blackbird
and landed on her nose
See-saw, Margery Daw,
Jacky shall have a new master
He shall have but a penny a day,
because he can’t work any faster.
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
Star light, star bright,
First star I see tonight.
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight.
There was a crooked man,
and he went a crooked mile,
And found a crooked sixpence
against a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat,
which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
in a little crooked house.
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn’t but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old womn, old woman,
quoth I.
Where are you going to up so high?
To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
May I go with you? Aye, by and by.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
February has twenty-eight alone,
All the rest have thirty-one,
Excepting leap year, that’s the time
When February’s days are twenty-nine.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds, for now it’s eight o’clock?”
