Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
Pussy sits beside the fire; How can she be fair? In comes the little dog, "Pussy, are you there? So, so, dear Mistress Pussy, Pray tell me how do you do?" "Thank you, thank you, little dog, I'm very well just now."
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse, Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And so she makes music wherever she goes.
Ride, baby, ride! Pretty baby shall ride, And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side; And one little pussy-cat tied to the other, And away she shall ride to see her grandmother, To see her grandmother, To see her grandmother.
Rock-a-bye, baby, On the tree top, When the wind blows The cradle will rock; When the bough breaks The cradle will fall, Down will come baby, Bough, cradle, and all.
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.
See a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck; See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you'll have all the day!
See, saw, sacradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, the other foot down, And that is the way to London town.
Shoe the little horse, And shoe the little mare, And let the little colt Run bare, bare, bare.
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie; When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes, When along came a blackbird, And pecked off her nose.
Jenny was so mad, She didn't know what to do; She put her finger in her ear, And cracked it right in two.
Star light, star bright, First star I see to-night; I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish to-night.
The King of France went up the hill, With twenty thousand men; The King of France came down the hill, And ne'er went up again.
The lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crown; The lion beat the unicorn All round about the town. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown, Some gave them plumcake, And sent them out of town.