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

Rain

The Clock

And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.

Winter

Fingers and Toes

A Seasonable Song

Dame Trot and Her Cat

When Dame had her dinner
Pussy would wait,
And was sure to receive
A nice piece from her plate.

Three Children on the Ice

Oh, had these children been at school,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
They had not then been drowned.

Ye parents who have children dear,
And ye, too, who have none,
If you would keep them safe abroad
Pray keep them safe at home.

Cross Patch

The Old Woman under a Hill

Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee

Just then flew by a monstrous crow,
As big as a tar barrel,
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.

Oh, Dear!

Old Mother Goose

Little Jumping Joan

Pat-a-Cake

Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with T,
Put it in the oven
For Tommy and me.

Money and the Mare

"Alack! and I must keep the fair!
I'll give thee money for your mare."

"Oh, oh! say you so?
Money will make the mare to go!"

Robin Redbreast

Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,
Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.
Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?
Pussy-Cat said: "Mew, mew, mew," and Robin flew away.

A Melancholy Song

Jack

Going to St. Ives

Thirty Days Has September

Baby Dolly

Bees

Come out to Play

If Wishes Were Horses

To Market

Old Chairs to Mend

Robin and Richard

A Man and a Maid

The little maid replied,
"Should I be your little bride,
Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?
Will the flame that you're so rich in
Light a fire in the kitchen?
Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?"

Here Goes my Lord

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.

The Clever Hen

Two Birds

Leg over Leg

Lucy Locket

When Jenny Wren Was Young

"Oh, dearest Jenny Wren, if you will but be mine,
You shall feed on cherry pie and drink new currant wine,
I'll dress you like a goldfinch or any peacock gay,
So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine, let us appoint the day."

Jenny blushed behind her fan and thus declared her mind:
"Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I'll take your offer kind.
Cherry pie is very nice and so is currant wine,
But I must wear my plain brown gown and never go too fine."

Barber

The Flying Pig

Solomon Grundy

Hush-a-bye

Burnie Bee

Three Wise Men of Gotham

The Hunter of Reigate

Little Polly Flinders

Ride away, Ride away

Pippen Hill

Little Miss, pretty Miss,
Blessings light upon you;
If I had half-a-crown a day,
I'd spend it all upon you

Pussy-cat and Queen

"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
What did you there?"
I frightened a little mouse
Under the chair."

The Winds

Clap Handies

Christmas

Elizabeth

Just like Me

"I went up two pairs of stairs."
"Just like me."

"I went into a room."
"Just like me."

"I looked out of a window."
"Just like me."

"And there I saw a monkey."
"Just like me."

Play Days

Heigh-ho, the Carrion Crow

Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

The tailor he shot, and missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

Wife! bring brandy in a spoon,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
For our old sow is in a swoon;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

A B C

A Needle and Thread

Banbury Cross

The Man in our Town

Georgy Porgy

For every Evil

Cushy Cow

Wee Willie Winkie

About the Bush

See-saw

Robin-a-Bobbin

John Smith

Simple Simon

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 could find
Was in his mother's pail!

Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.

He went to catch a dicky bird,
And thought he could not fail,
Because he had a little salt,
To put upon its tail.

He went for water with a sieve,
But soon it ran all through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu.

Three Blind Mice

Five Toes

A Little Man

He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
And bade her a fire to make, make, make.
To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,
And he'd go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail;
The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,
And the drake flew away with quack, quack, quack.

Doctor Foster

Diddle Diddle Dumpling

Jerry Hall

Lengthening Days

The Black Hen

The Mist

A Candle

Miss Muffet

Curly-locks

Humpty Dumpty

One, Two, Three

The Dove and the Wren

Master I Have

Pins

Shall We Go A-shearing?

Goosey, Goosey, Gander

There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him down the stairs.

Old Mother Hubbard

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 got back
The dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
When she came back
He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the alehouse
To get him some beer;
When she came back
The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern
For white wine and red;
When she came back
The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat;
When she came back
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;
When she came back
He was dancing a jig.

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 cobbler's
To buy him some shoes;
When she came back
He was reading the news.

She went to the sempster's
To buy him some linen;
When she came back
The dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's
To buy him some hose;
When she came back
He was dressed in his clothes.

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

The Cock and the Hen

"Hen, hen, hen, hen,
I've been up and down
To every shop, in town,
And cannot find a shoe
To fit your foot,
If I'd crow my hea—art out."

Blue Bell Boy

I bade him go upstairs
To bring me a gold pin;
In coal scuttle fell he,
Up to his little chin.

He went to the garden
To pick a little sage;
He tumbled on his nose,
And fell into a rage.

He went to the cellar
To draw a little beer;
And quickly did return
To say there was none there.

Why May Not I Love Johnny?

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's a foot 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?
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?

Jack Jelf

And since Master Jelf
Was put on the shelf
Because he could not spell "pie,"
Let him stand there so grim,
And no more about him,
For I wish him a very good-bye!

Jack Sprat

Hush-a-bye

Daffodils

The Girl in the Lane

Hush-a-bye

Nancy Dawson

Handy Pandy

Jack and Jill

When up Jack got and off did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob
With vinegar and brown paper.

The Alphabet

Dance to Your Daddie

One Misty Moisty Morning

Robin Hood and Little John

Rain

The Old Woman from France

Teeth and Gums

The Robins

The Old Man

T'Other Little Tune

My Kitten

If All the Seas Were One Sea

Pancake Day

A Plum Pudding

Forehead, Eyes, Cheeks, Nose, Mouth, and Chin

Two Pigeons

A Sure Test

Lock and Key

The Lion and the Unicorn

The Merchants of London

I Had a Little Husband

To Babylon

I'll Tell You a Story

A Strange Old Woman

Sleep, Baby, Sleep

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep;
Be always like the lamb so mild,
A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Cry, Baby

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep

One for my master,
One for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

Little Fred

The Cat and the Fiddle

Doctor Fell

A Counting-Out Rhyme

Jack and His Fiddle

'If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I've gone mad;
For many a joyous day
My fiddle and I have had."

Buttons

Hot Boiled Beans

Little Pussy

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.

Sing a Song of Sixpence

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 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 snapped off her nose.

Tommy Tittlemouse

The Derby Ram

This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more;
No more, no more, no more;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more.

The horns that grew on his head, they were so wondrous high,
As I've been plainly told, sir; they reached up to the sky.
The sky, the sky, the sky;
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.

The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell;
The bell, the bell, the bell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.

The Hobby-Horse

I sold it to an old woman
For a copper groat;
And I'll not sing my song again
Without another coat.

The Mulberry Bush

This is the way we wash our hands,
Wash our hands, wash our hands,
This is the way we wash our hands,
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our clothes,
Wash our clothes, wash our clothes,
This is the way we wash our clothes,
On a cold and frosty morning.

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.

Young Lambs to Sell

Boy and the Sparrow

Old Woman, Old Woman

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;
And I'll be with you by-and-by

The First of May

Sulky Sue

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.

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,
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 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.

Saturday, Sunday

On Sunday morning
My love will come in,
When he will marry me
With a gold ring.

Little Jenny Wren

"Eat well of my cake, Jenny,
Drink well of my wine."
"Thank you, Robin, kindly,
You shall be mine."

Jenny she got well,
And stood upon her feet,
And told Robin plainly
She loved him not a bit.

Robin being angry,
Hopped upon a twig,
Saying, "Out upon you! Fie upon you!
Bold-faced jig!"

The Old Woman and the Pedlar

There came by a pedlar whose name was Stout,
He cut her petticoats all round about;
He cut her petticoats up to the knees,
Which made the old woman to shiver and freeze.

When the little old woman first did wake,
She began to shiver and she began to shake;
She began to wonder and she began to cry,
"Lauk a mercy on me, this can't be I!

"But if I be I, as I hope it be,
I've a little dog at home, and he'll know me;
If it be I, he'll wag his little tail,
And if it be not I, he'll loudly bark and wail."

Home went the little woman all in the dark;
Up got the little dog, and he began to bark;
He began to bark, so she began to cry,
"Lauk a mercy on me, this is none of I!"

Bobby Snooks

The Little Moppet

I Saw a Ship A-sailing

There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.

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! Quack!"

A Walnut

The Man in the Moon

One, He Loves

Bat, Bat

Hark! Hark!

The Hart

My Love

The Man of Bombay

Poor Old Robinson Crusoe!

A Sieve

My Maid Mary

A Difficult Rhyme

Pretty John Watts

Good Advice

I Love Sixpence

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

Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son

Comical Folk

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!

Cock-Crow

Tommy Snooks

The Three Sons

The Blacksmith

Two Grey Kits

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

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe

Cock-a-doodle-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

Belleisle

Old King Cole

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

Dapple-Grey

A Well

Coffee and Tea

Pussy-cat Mew

The Little Girl with a Curl

Dreams

A Cock and Bull Story

For Baby

Myself

I answered myself,
And said to myself
In the selfsame repartee:
"Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The selfsame thing will be."

Over the Water

Candle-saving

Fears and Tears

The Kilkenny Cats

Old Grimes

A Week of Birthdays

A Chimney

Ladybird

The Man Who Had Nothing

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.

The Tailors and the Snail

Around the Green Gravel

Intery, Mintery

Caesar's Song

As I Was Going Along

Hector Protector

Billy, Billy

"Yes, my Polly, so I will,
For I love to please you still."

"Billy, Billy, have you seen
Sam and Betsy on the green?"

"Yes, my Poll, I saw them pass,
Skipping over the new-mown grass."

"Billy, Billy, come along,
And I will sing a pretty song."

Rock-a-bye, Baby

The Man in the Wilderness

How many strawberries
Grew in the sea.

I answered him
As I thought good,

As many as red herrings
Grew in the wood.

Little Jack Horner

The Bird Scarer

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

Bessy Bell and Mary Grey

Bessy kept the garden gate,
And Mary kept the pantry;
Bessy always had to wait,
While Mary lived in plenty.

Needles and Pins

Pussy-cat and the Dumplings

Dance, Thumbkin Dance

Mary's Canary

The sweetest note he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary.
She often, where the cage was hung,
Sat hearing her canary.

The Little Bird

And was going to the window
To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail,
And far away he flew.

Birds of a Feather

The Dusty Miller

A Star

The Greedy Man

The Ten O'Clock Scholar

Cock-a-doodle-do

An Icicle

A Ship's Nail

The Old Woman of Leeds

The Boy in the Barn

Sunshine

Willy, Willy

Tongs

Jack Jingle

The Quarrel

The Pumpkin-eater

Shoeing

Betty Blue

That's All

She had a calf,
And that's half;

She took it by the tail,
And threw it over the wall,
And that's all!

Bedtime

Dance, Little Baby

My Little Maid

For Want of a Nail

Pease Porridge

Ring A Ring of Roses

The Crooked Sixpence

This is the Way

This is the way the gentlemen ride,
Gallop-a-trot,
Gallop-a-trot!
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!

Ducks and Drakes

A hop and a scotch
Is another notch,
Slitherum, slatherum, take her.

The Donkey

If

The Bells

Little Girl and Queen

The King of France

Peter Piper

One to Ten

An Equal

The Tarts

The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.

Come, Let's to Bed

Little Maid

What Are Little Boys Made Of?

What are little girls made of, made of ?
What are little girls made of?
"Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
And that's what little girls are made of."

Bandy Legs

The Girl and the Birds

A Pig

Jenny Wren

Little Tom Tucker

Where Are You Going, My Pretty Maid

The Old Woman of Gloucester

Multiplication is Vexation

Little King Boggen

Whistle

Bell Horses

Taffy

I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
Taffy came to my house and stole a silver pin;
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed,
I took up the marrow-bone and flung it at his head.

The Robin

He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!

The Old Woman of Harrow

Young Roger and Dolly

He asked for admittance; she answered him "No!"
Frumpaty, frumpaty, frump!

"No, no, Roger, no! as you came you may go!"
Stumpaty, stumpaty, stump!

The Piper and His Cow

The cow considered very well,
And gave the piper a penny,
And bade him play the other tune,
"Corn rigs are bonny."

The Man of Derby

The Coachman

There Was an Old Woman

A Thorn

The Old Woman of Surrey

The Little Mouse

Boy and Girl

When

The rats and the mice
They made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London
To buy me a wife.

The streets were so bad,
And the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home
In a wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow broke,
And my wife had a fall;
Down came wheelbarrow,
Little wife and all.

Sing, Sing

London Bridge

How shall we build it up again?
Dance over my Lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again?
With a gay lady.

Build it up with silver and gold,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with silver and gold,
With a gay lady.

Silver and gold will be stole away,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with iron and steel,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with iron and steel,
With a gay lady.

Iron and steel will bend and bow
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow
With a gay lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Huzza! 'twill last for ages long,
With a gay lady.

March Winds

The Balloon

A Cherry

The Lost Shoe

Hot Codlins

Swan

Three Straws

The Man of Tobago

Ding, Dong, Bell

Who pulled her out?
Little Johnny Stout.
What a naughty boy was that,
To try to drown poor pussy-cat.
Who never did him any harm,
But killed the mice in his father's barn!

A Sunshiny Shower

The Farmer and the Raven

A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
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!

Christmas

Willy Boy

Polly and Sukey

The Death and Burial of Poor 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."

Who'll make his shroud?
"I," said the beetle,
"With my thread and needle.
I'll make his shroud."

Who'll carry the torch?
"I," said the linnet,
"I'll come in a minute,
I'll carry the torch."

Who'll be the clerk?
"I," said the lark,
"If it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk."

Who'll dig his grave?
"I," said the owl,
"With my spade and trowel
I'll dig his grave."

Who'll be the parson?
"I," said the rook,
"With my little book,
I'll be the parson."

Who'll be chief mourner?
"I," said the dove,
"I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner."

Who'll sing a psalm?
"I," said the thrush,
"As I sit in a bush.
I'll sing a psalm."

Who'll carry the coffin?
"I," said the kite,
"If it's not in the night,
I'll carry the coffin."

Who'll toll the bell?
"I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."

All the birds of the air
Fell sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.

The Mouse and the Clock

Hot-cross Buns

Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
If ye have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.

Bobby Shaftoe

The Bunch of Blue Ribbons

He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons,
He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons,
He promised he'd buy me a bunch of blue ribbons,
To tie up my bonny brown hair.

The Woman of Exeter

Sneezing

Pussy-Cat by the Fire

When the Snow Is on the Ground