A was an apple-pie; B bit it; C cut it; D dealt it; E eat it; F fought for it; G got it; H had it; J joined it: K kept it; L longed for it; M mourned for it; N nodded at it; O opened it; P peeped in it; Q quartered it; R ran for it; S stole it; T took it; V viewed it; W wanted it; X, Y, Z, and Ampersand (&) All wished for a piece in hand.
A was an archer, and shot at a frog; B was a butcher, and kept a bull-dog.
C was a captain, all covered with lace; D was a drunkard, and had a red face.
E was an esquire, with insolent brow; F was a farmer, and followed the plough.
G was a gamester, who had but ill luck; H was a hunter, and hunted a buck.
I was an innkeeper, who loved to carouse; J was a joiner, and built up a house.
K was a king, so mighty and grand; L was a lady, who had a white hand.
M was a miser, and hoarded up gold; N was a nobleman, gallant and bold.
O was an oyster girl, and went about town; P was a parson, and wore a black gown.
Q was a queen, who sailed in a ship; R was a robber, and wanted a whip.
S was a sailor, and spent all he got; T was a tinker, and mended a pot.
U was an usurer, a miserable elf; V was a vintner, who drank all himself.
W was a watchman, and guarded the door; X was expensive, and so became poor.
Y was a youth, that did not love school; Z was a zany, a poor harmless fool.
Where are you going, my pretty maid? "I'm going a-milking, sir," she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid? "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said. What is your father, my pretty maid? "My father's a farmer, sir," she said. What is your fortune, my pretty maid? "My face is my fortune, sir," she said. Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid. "Nobody asked you, sir," she said.
Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about? She loved coffee, and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree. But Molly, my sister, and I made up, And now together we can sup, For Molly drinks coffee, and I drink tea, And we both are happy as happy can be.
London bridge is broken down, Dance o'er my lady Lee; London bridge is broken down, With a gay lady.
How shall we build it up again? Dance o'er my lady Lee; How shall we build it up again? With a gay lady.
Build it up with silver and gold, Dance o'er my lady Lee; Build it up with silver and gold, With a gay lady.