Ride a cock horse To Banbury Cross To see what Tommy can buy: A penny white loaf, A penny white cake, And a two-penny apple pie.
Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating some curds and whey; There came a great spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl, And if the bowl had been stronger My song had been longer.
There were two birds sat upon a stone, Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. One flew away and then there was one, Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. The other flew after and then there was none, Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. So the poor stone was left all alone, Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. One of these little birds back again flew, Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. The other came after and then there were two, Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. Says one to the other: "Pray, how do you do?" Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy. "Very well, thank you, and pray how are you?" Fal de ral-al de ral-laddy.
Bye, Baby bunting, Father's gone a-hunting, Mother's gone a-milking, Sister's gone a-silking, And Brother's gone to buy a skin To wrap the Baby bunting in.
Little Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders Warming her pretty little toes; Her mother came and caught her, Whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig, and away he run; The pig was eat, And Tom was beat, And Tom ran crying down the street.
Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.
A dillar, a dollar, A ten o'clock scholar; What makes you come so soon? You used to come at ten o'clock, But now you come at noon!
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.
Pat a cake, pat a cake, Baker's man; So I do, master, as fast as I can. Pat it and prick it and mark it with T, And then it will serve for Tommy and me.
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. What! Is this the way you mind your sheep, Under the haycock fast asleep?
There was an old woman tossed in a blanket Seventeen times as high as the moon; But where she was going no mortal could tell, For under her arm she carried a broom.