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 their tails behind them.
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.
Cock a doodle doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling stick, And don't know what to do.
Cock a doodle doo! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling stick, She'll dance without her shoe.
Cock a doodle doo! My dame has found her shoe, And master's found his fiddling stick, Sing doodle doodle doo!
Cock a doodle doo! My dame will dance with you, While master fiddles his fiddling stick, For dame and doodle doo.
There were three jovial huntsmen, As I have heard them say, And they would go a-hunting All on a summer's day.
All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind.
One said it was a ship, The other he said nay; The third said it was a house With the chimney blown away.
And all the night they hunted, And nothing could they find, But the moon a-gliding, A-gliding with the wind.
One said it was the moon, The other he said nay; The third said it was a cheese, And half o't cut away.
There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to a brook, And fired at a duck, And shot it through the head, head, head. 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 her 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 a quack, quack, quack.
Taffy was a Welshman; Taffy was a thief; Taffy came to my house, And stole a piece of beef. I went to Taffy's house; Taffy wasn't home; Taffy came to my house, And stole a marrow-bone. I went to Taffy's house; Taffy was in bed; I took up the marrow-bone And flung it at his head!
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 the pieman, "Indeed I haven't any."