HICKORY, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock; The mouse ran down, A DILLAR, a dollar, What makes you come so soon? THERE was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He shot Johnny Sprig Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head, head, head. THERE was an old woman, and what do you think? She went to a baker to buy her some bread, And when she came back her husband was well. IF I had as much money as I could spend, I never would cry old chairs to mend; If I had as much money as I could tell, Mother Goose's Melodies ONE misty, moisty morning, I met a little old man Clothed all in leather; He began to bow and scrape, And I began to grin, How do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again? If all the world were apple-pie, And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have to drink? PEASE-PUDDING hot. Pease-pudding cold, Pease-pudding in the pot, Nine days old. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old. HEY, diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. LITTLE Jack Horner sat in the corner Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, 33 LITTLE Miss Muffet, Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a great spider That sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away. THERE was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile. LITTLE Polly Flinders, Sat among the cinders, Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter BARBER, barber, shave a pig, LITTLE BOY Blue, come blow up your horn, He's under a hay-cock, fast asleep. THERE was a man of our town, And scratched out both his eyes: Mother Goose's Melodies But when he saw his eyes were out, THE north wind doth blow, And what will poor Robin do then, He'll sit in a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, HIGGLEBY, piggleby, my black hen, 35 THREE wise men of Gotham If the bowl had been stronger, THERE was an old woman lived under a hill, PUSSY-CAT, pussy-cat, where have you been? THERE were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill! Goosey, goosey, gander, Up stairs, down stairs, I took him by his left leg And threw him down the stairs. BAA, baa, 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 the lane. BYE, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting To wrap the baby bunting in. 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; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, as can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three! RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, HECTOR Protector was dressed all in green; The Queen did not like him, no more did the King; |