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Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
guard the bed that I lie on:
four corners to my bed,
four angels round my head,
one to watch and one to pray
and two to bear my soul away.
Three wise men of Gotham
went to sea in a bowl:
and if the bowl had been stronger
my song would have been longer
Doctor Foster went to Gloster,
in a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle, up in the middle
and never went there again.
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
ninety times as high as the moon;
and where she was going, I couldn't but ask it,
for in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I
O whither, O whither, O whither, so high?
To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with you? Aye, by and by.
Once I saw a little bird
come hop, hop, hop;
so I cried: "Litle bird,
will you stop, stop, stop?"
And was going to the window
to say: "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail
and far away he flew.
Is John Smith within? Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, there a nail, tick, tack, too.
See, see. What shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.
As I went through the garden gap,
who should I meet but Dick Red-cap!
A stick in his hand
a stone in his throat,
if you'll tell me this riddle
I'll give you a groat.
(A cherry)
Bless you, bless you, bonny bee:
Say., when will your wedding be?
If it be tomorrow day,
take your wings and fly away.
I like 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.
Go to bed first, a golden purse;
go to bed second, a golden pheasant;
go to bed third, a golden bird.
Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I
wander?
Upstairs, and downstairs, and in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.
The cock doth crow to let you know
if you be wise, 't is time to rise.
Eat, birds, eat, and make no
waste,
I lie and make no haste;
if my master chance to come,
you must fly, and I must run.
Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
I am going a milking, sir, she said.
May I go with you, my pretty maid?
You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.
Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare,
if the horse wont be shod, let him go bare.
Bye, baby bunting,
father's gone a hunting,
mother's gone a milking,
sister's gone a silking,
brother's gone to buy a skin
to wrap the baby bunting in.
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Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town,
in a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
Ba-a, ba-a, black sheep
have you any wool?
Yes, sir, yes, sir,
three bags full:
one for my master,
one for my dame,
and one for the little boy
that lives in your lane.
As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty,
there I met a pretty miss,
and she dropped me a curtsey.
Little miss, pretty miss,
blessing shine upon you!
If I had half a crown a day,
I'd spend it all upon you.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross
to see what Tommy can buy;
a penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
and a twopenny apple pie.
See, saw, Margery Daw,
Jenny shall have a new master;
she shall have but a penny day,
because she can't work any faster.
When I was a bachelor, I lived by myself,
and all the meat I got, I put upon the shelf;
the rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
that I went to London to get myself a wife,
the streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow,
I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow;
the wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,
down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife and all.
I had a little pony,
his name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady,
to ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
she rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
for all the lady's hire.
Come, lets to bed, says Sleepy Head;
tarry a while, says Slow;
put on the pan, says Greedy Nan,
let's sup before we go.
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 tha pieman:
"Indeed, I have not any".
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
My dame has lost her shoe;
my master's lost his fidding stick,
and don't know what to do.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fidding stick,
she'll dance without her shoe.
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