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.
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.
A little boy and a little girl Lived in an alley; Said the little boy to the little girl, "Shall I, oh! shall I?"
Said the little girl to the little boy, "What will you do?" Said the little boy to the little girl, "I will kiss you."
When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make, And stuff'd it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat, As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, The queen next morning fried.
"Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" "Down in the meadow to milk my cow." "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now; When I send for thee, then come thou."
Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so, betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had a wife and couldn't keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell And then he kept her very well.
The little priest of Felton, The little priest of Felton, He kill'd a mouse within his house, And ne'er a one to help him.
Ding, dong, bell, Pussy's in the well! Who put her in?-- Little Tommy Lin.
Who pulled her out?-- Big John Strout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy-cat, Who never did him any harm, But kill'd the mice in his father's barn.
When I was a bachelor I lived by myself; And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon the shelf.
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.
I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint-pot, And there I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him, And sent him out of town.