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Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;
He bought some at a grocer's shop
and out came, hop-hop-hop.
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick;
and Jack jump over the candlestick.
Little Tom Tucker sings for his supper,
What shall he eat? White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without e'er a knife?
How will he marry without e'er awife?
Three straws on a staff
would make a baby cry and laugh.
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross,
to see an old lady ride on a white horse,
rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
so she make music wherever she goes.
How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thersday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.
Dickery, Dickery, Dock!
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck: One!
and down the mouse ran.
Dickery, Dickery, Dock!
Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;
Pussy came by and popped her head in;
"Shall I come in and cut your threads off?"
"Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off!".
Needles and pins, needles and pins,
when a man marries his trouble begins.
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son
John,
he went to bed with his stockings on;
one shoe off and one shoe on,
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
All of a row, bend the bow;
shot at a pigeon and killed a crow.
You shall have a fish, in a little dish,
You shall have a fish, when the boat comes in.
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
they laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
then up starts Robin and looks in the sky:
"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high!
The bull's in the barn threshing the corn;
the cocks on the hayrick blowing is horn"
The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,
all on a summer's day.
The knave of Hearts he stole the tarts
and took them clean away.
Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of Rye,
four-and-twenty Blackbirds baked in a Pie;
when the Pie was opened the Birds began to sing,
was not that a damty dish to set before a King?
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,
if I had as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry, young lambs to sell,
Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell,
I never would cry, young lambs to sell.
Ding, dong bell; Pussy's in the
well.
Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.
Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.
What a naughty boy was that
to drown poor Pussy Cat.
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
and let's drink tea.
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They're all gone away.
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?
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"Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat,
where have you been?"
"I've been to London
to look at the Queen"
"Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat,
what did you there?"
"I frightened a little mouse
under the chair".
Blow wind, blow
and go, mill, go:
that the miller
may grind his corn;
that the baker may take it,
and into rolls make it
and bring us some
hot in the morn.
Mary had a pretty bird
feathers bright and yellow,
slender legs, upon my word,
he was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
which much delighted Mary;
and near the cage she'd often sit
to hear her own canary.
Tom he was a piper's son,
he learned to play when he was young,
but all the tunes that he could play
was "Over the hills and far away".
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
that those who heard him could never keep still;
whenever they heard him they began to dance,
even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.
I saw a ship a-sailing,
a-sailing on the sea
and, oh! it was all laden
with pretty things for thee.
There were comfits in the cabin
and apples in the hold,
the sails were maid of silk,
the masts were maid of gold.
What's the news of the day, good
neighbour, I pray?
They saw the ballon is gone up to the moon.
There were two birds sat on a stone,
fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
One flew away and then there was one,
fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
The other flew after and then there was none,
fa, la, la, la, lal, de;
and so the poor stone was left all alone,
fa, la, la, la, lal, de.
A sunshiny shower
won't last half an hour.
Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover,
when he came to a style, jump he went over.
Hush a bye, Baby
on the tree top.
When the wind blows
the cradle will rock,
when the bough bends
the cradle will fall.
Down will come, Baby,
cradle and all.
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