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All Listings filter applied. Condition see all Condition. Threescore miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light? Yes, and back again! If your heels are nimble and light, You may get there by candle-light. Hector Protector was dressed all in green ; Hector Protector was sent to the Queen. The Queen did not like him, No more did the King: So Hector Protector was sent back again. This is the way we go to school, Go to school, go to school, This is the way we go to school, On a cold and frosty morning. This is the way we come out of school, Come out of school, come out of school, This is the way we come out of school On a cold and frosty morning.
Some in rags, And some in tags, And some in velvet gowns. Here goes my young master Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch, Jockey-hitch! Here goes my young miss, An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble! The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine, And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time. How does my lady's garden grow? With cockle shells, and silver bells, And pretty maids all of a row.
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick- maker, And all of them gone to the fair. Here sits the Lord Mayor, forehead Here sit his two men; eyes Here sitS the COck, right cheek Here sits the hen ; left cheek Here sit the little chickens, tip of nose Here they run in; mouth Chinchopper, chinchopper, Chinchopper, chin! Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall ; All the king's horses and all the king's men Cannot set Humpty Dumpty up again. How many days has my baby to play? I love little pussy, her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm; So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away, But pussy and I very gently will play.
Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe? Here a nail, there a nail, Now your horse is shoed. T'other little tune, T'other little tune, Pr'ythee, love, play me T'other little tune. Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Then up Jack got and home did trot As fast as he could caper, And went to bed to mend his head With vinegar and brown paper.
I Johnny shall have a new bonnet, And Johnny shall go to the fair, And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon To tie up his bonny brown hair. And why may not I love Johnny? And why may not Johnny love me? And why may not I love Johnny As well as another body? And here's a leg for a stocking, And here is a leg for a shoe, And he has a kiss for his daddy, And two for his mammy, I trow.
And why may not I love Johnny, As well as another body? Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For still they were all fleeting. White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife? How shall he marry Without e'er a wife? What shall little Betty do?
Buy her another To match the other, And then she'll walk in two, 36 Little Bob Snooks was fond of his books, And loved by his usher and master; But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye, And carries his nose in a plaster. Little girl, little girl, where have you been? I Gathering roses to give to the queen. Little girl, little girl, what gave she you? She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe. I'll give thee money for thy mare. I Money will make the mare to go!
Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it ; There was not a penny in it, But a binding round it. It followed her to school one day; That was against the rule ; It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school. And so the teacher turned it out, But still it lingered near, And waited patiently about Till Mary did appear. M The teacher did reply. She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin, And when she came back The poor dog was laughing. She took a clean dish To get him some tripe, And when she came back He was smoking his pipe.
She went to the ale-house To get him some beer, And when she came back The dog sat in a chair. She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat, And when she came back He was feeding the cat. She went to the barber's To buy him a wig, And when she came back He was dancing a jig. She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit, And when she came back He was playing the flute.
She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat, And when she came back He was riding a goat.
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She went to the seamstress To buy him some linen, And when she came back The dog was spinning. She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose, And when she came back He was dressed in his clothes. Make me a cake as fast as you can: Prick it, and stick it, and mark it with B, And put it in the oven for Baby and me. Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring ; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king. Rub-a-dub-dub, Three men in a tub ; And who do you think they be? The butcher, the baker, The candlestick-maker; Turn 'em out, knaves all three!
Come, my ladies, come and buy; Else your babies they will cry. Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride, And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side ; And he shall have little dog tied to the other ; And Johnny shall ride to see his grand- mother. I A horse's head where his tail should be. Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare ; But let the little colt go bare. One foot up, and the other foot down, And that is the way to London town. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe; She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, dancing a jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog. This little pig went to market; This little pig stayed at home ; This little pig had roast beef; 56 This little pig had none; This little pig said, wee, wee, wee! All the way home.
This is the way the ladies ride, This is the way Tri, tre, tre, tre, tri-tre- the gentlemen ride, tre-tree! This is the way the gentlemen ride, Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot! This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy-hoy, Hobbledy-hoy! This is the way the farmers ride, Hobbledy hobbledy-hoy! Jerry was hung, James was drowned, John was lost, and never was found; And there was an end of her three sons, Jerry and James and John!
With his daughter behind him So rosy and fair, Lumpety, lumpety, lump! A raven cried "Croak! The mare broke her knees, And the farmer his crown, Lumpety, lumpety, lump! The mischievous raven flew Laughing away, Bumpety, bumpety, bump! And vowed he would serve them The same the next day, Lumpety, lumpety, lump! IVi was a miser, and hoarded up gold, was a nobleman, gallant and bold. W was a watchman, and guarded the door, I x Y Z was expensive, and so became poor, was a youth, that did not love school, was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
Says ID, A little Bit, but nice. Sayj D, it is as Dry as Dust. F Says r , I vow I'll have my Fill. Says V-l, Give it to me Good and Great. Says 1, I love the Juice the best. Says IVl, It makes your teeth to Move. N Noticed what the others said. Quarelled 'cause he'd a bad knife. U Thought that Talking might lose time. Understood it at meals a crime. W Wished there had been a quince in. You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon. A long-tailed pig, and a short-tailed pig, Or a pig without e'er a tail, A sow pig, or a boar pig, Or a pig with a curly tail.
An apple pie, when it looks nice, Would make one long to have a slice, But if the taste should prove so, too, I fear one slice would scarcely do. So to prevent my asking twice, Pray, mamma, cut a good large slice. Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake, All begins with A. Around the green gravel the grass grows green, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink.
As soft as silk, as white as milk, As bitter as gall, a strong wall, And a green coat covers me all. Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were two bonny lasses; They built their house upon the lea, And covered it with rashes. Bessy kept the garden gate, And Mary kept the pantry: Bessy always had to wait, While Mary lived in plenty. If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.
Chirp, chirp, says the sparrow; Caw, caw, says the crow; Quack, quack, says the duck ; And what cuckoos say, you know. So, with sparrows and cuckoos ; With rats and with dogs; With ducks and with crows ; With cats and with hogs. A fine song I have made, To please you, my dear; And if it's well sung, 'Twill be charming to hear. Barber, barber, shave a pig; How many hairs will make a wig? Come when your called, Do what you're bid, Shut the door after you, Never be chid. My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling stick, And don't know what to do.
Cock a doodle doo! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling stick, She'll dance without her shoe. Dame has lost her shoe; 82 Gone to bed and scratched her head, And can't tell what to do. My dame has lost her shoe, And master's found his fiddling stick, Sing doodle doodle doo! My dame will dance with you.
While master fiddles his fiddling stick, For dame and doodle doo. Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
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Cry, baby, cry, Put your finger in your eye, And tell your mother it wasn't I. Diddle-ty diddle-ty dumpty, The cat ran up the plum-tree, Half-a-crown To fetch her down, D iddle-ty diddle-ty dumpty. Daffy-Down-Dilly has come up to town, In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown. Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess, They all went together to seek a bird's nest, They found a bird's nest with five eggs in, They all took one, and left four in.
They went to church, and married was she: The fly has married the bumble-bee. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or come not at all. Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all. You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour. Goosey, goosey, gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs, And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man That wouldn't say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him downstairs. Oranges and lemons, Say the bells of St. You owe me ten shillings, Say the bells of St. When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey. Pray when will that be? Say the bells of Stepney. I am sure I don't know, Says the great bell of Bow. Brickbats and tiles, Say the bells of St.
Halfpence and farthings, Say the bells of St. Poker and tongs, Say the bells of St. Kettles and pans, Say the bells of St. One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross Buns! If ye have no daughters, Give them to your sons. I am a gold key. I am a silver lock. I am a silver key. I am a brass lock. I am a brass key. I am a lead lock. I am a lead key. I am a monk lock. I am a monk key! I had a little moppet, I kept it in my pocket, And fed it with corn and hay, There came a proud beggar, Who swore he would have her, And stole little moppet away. If wishes were horses, Beggars might ride; If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen, She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean; She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, She brought it home in less than an hour ; She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire and told me a fine tale. I skipped over water, I danced over sea, And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me. I will sing you a song, Though 'tis not very long, Of the woodcock and the sparrow, Of the little dog that burned his tail, And he shall be whipped to-morrow.
I put him in a pint pot, And there I bid him drum. I bought a little horse That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him, And sent him out of town. I gave him some garters To garter up his hose, And a little handkerchief To wipe his pretty nose. Intery, mintery, cutery-corn, Apple seed and apple thorn; Wire brier limber-lock, Five geese in a flock, Sit and sing by a spring, O-u-t, and in again.
And what do you think was in them then, Was in them then, was in them then, And what do you think was in them then, On New- Year's Day in the morning. Three pretty girls were in them then, Were in them then, were in them then, Three pretty girls were in them then, On New- Year's Day in the morning. And one could whistle, and one could sing, And one could play on the violin, Such joy there was at my wedding, On New- Year's Day in the morning. The four-and-twenty sailors That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck, With a packet on his back; And when the ship began to move, The captain said, "Quack! Jeanie, come tie my, Jeanie, come tie my, Jeanie, come tie my Bonnie cravat; I've tied it behind, I've tied it before, And I've tied it so often, I'll tie it no more. Jocky was a piper's son, And he fell in love when he was young, And the only tune he could play Was, "Over the hills and far away;" Over the hills and a great way off, And the wind will blow my top-knot off.
Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; He, haw, hum! John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; He, haw, hum!
And there his nag did kick and prank; He, haw, hum! John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill ; He, haw, hum! His mare fell down, and she made her will ; He, haw, hum! The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf ; He, haw, hum; If you want any more you may sing it yourself; He, haw, hum! Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over the candlestick, Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, Your house is on fire, your children all gone, All but one, and her name is Ann, And she crept under the pudding-pan.
Love your own, kiss your own, Love your own mother, hinny, For if she was dead and gone, You'd ne'er get such another, hinny. Little Nancy Etticoat, In a white petticoat, And a red nose. The longer she stands, The shorter she grows. 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?
He's under the hay-cock fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I; For if I do, he'll be sure to cry. With silver-bells, And cockle-shells, And pretty maids all in a row. Four corners to my bed, Four angels over head, One to sing and one to pray, And two to bear my soul away. Bond she went down to the pond in a rage, With plenty of onions, and plenty of sage ; She cried, 'Come, little wag-tails, come and be killed, For you shall be stuffed, and my custo- mers filled!
My little old man and I fell out, I'll tell you what 'twas all about: I had money and he had none, And that's the way the row begun. Nose, nose, jolly red nose; And what gave thee that jolly red nose? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red nose.
Now what do you think Of little Jack Jingle? Before he was married He used to live single, Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing? Over the water, and over the sea, And over the water to Charley. Charley loves good ale and wine, And Charley loves good brandy, And Charley loves a pretty girl, As sweet as sugar-candy.
Over the water, and over the sea, And over the water to Charley, I'll have none of your nasty beef, Nor I'll have none of your barley; But I'll have some of your very best flour, To make a white cake for my Charley. One, two, three, four, five, Catching fishes all alive, Why did you let them go? Because they bit my finger so, Which finger did they bite? The little finger on the right.
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Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper; A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked ; If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper, Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked? The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake, Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late. Pussy-cat Mole Jumped over a coal, And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole. I've been up to London to look at the queen, Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair. Rain, rain, go to Spain, Don't come back again! Rowley, Powley, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry; When the girls began to cry, Rowley, Powley runs away. Snail, snail, come out of your hole, Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal. Snail, snail, put out your horns,! Here comes a thief to pull down your walls. An old woman was sweeping her house, and she found a little crooked six- pence. I will go to market, and buy a little pig. Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night.
But the dog would not. So she said "Stick, stick, beat dog! Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night. But the stick would not She went a little farther, and she met a fire. So she said "Fire, fire, burn stick! Stick won't beat dog ; Dog won't bite pig ; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night.
She went a little farther, and she met some water. Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night. So she said "Ox, ox, drink water! Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick ; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night. But the ox would not. So she said- " Butcher, butcher, kill ox! Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick ; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night.
But the butcher would not. So she said "Rope, rope, hang butcher! Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to- night. So she said u Rat, rat, gnaw rope!
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Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water ; Water won't quench fire ; Fire won't burn stick ; Stick won't beat dog ; Dog won't bite pig; Pig won't get over the stile ; And I shan't get home to-night. But the rat would not. So she said "Cat, cat, kill rat; Rat won't gnaw rope; Rope won't hang butcher; Butcher won't kill ox; Ox won't drink water; Water won't quench fire; Fire won't burn stick; Stick won't beat dog ; Dog won't bite pig ; Pig won't get over the stile; And I shan't get home to-night.
When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the King? The King was in the counting-house Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes, Down came a blackbird And snapped off her nose. The cat's run off with the pudding-bag string! Do, do, what shall I do? The cat has bitten it quite in two. There was a little boy and a little girl Lived in an alley; Says the little boy to the little girl, "Shalll, oh!
The cuckoo's a fine bird, He sings as he flies; He brings us good tidings, He tells us no lies. He sucks little birds' eggs, To make his voice clear; And when he sings "cuckoo! The summer is near. The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do? I can scarce maintain two. The man in the moon, Came down too soon, To inquire his way to Norwich. He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With eating cold plum-porridge. And when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main He jumped into another hedge, And scratched 'em in again.
There was a man, and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney pot, And then they thought they had him. But he got down on t'other side,! And then they could not find him; He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And never looked behind him. These are the words you bade me say For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day. The winds they did blow, The leaves they did wag; Along came a beggar-boy, And put me in his bag. He took me up to London, A lady did me buy ; Put me in a silver cage, And hung me up on high. With apples by the fire, And nuts for to crack; Besides a little feather-bed, To rest my little back.
The neighbors all pitched her into the water, Her leg was drowned first, and her head followed a'ter. There was an old woman lived under a hill, She put a mouse in a bag and sent it to the mill; The miller did swear by the point of his knife, He never took toll of a mouse in his life, This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. 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.
I 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 cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, ,53 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 the 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.