One, two, buckle my shoe;
Three, four, shut the door;
Five, six, pick up sticks;
Seven, eight, lay them straight;
Nine, ten, a good fat hen;
Eleven, twelve, who will delve?
Thirteen, fourteen, draw the curtain;
Fifteen, sixteen, the maid’s in the kitchen;
Seventeen, eighteen, she’s a-waiting;
Nineteen, twenty, my plate’s empty;
Please, mamma, give me some dinner.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old woman ride on a white horse,
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.
There was an old woman lived under a hill,
And if she ben’t gone she lives there still.
1. This little pig went to market;
2. This little pig stayed at home;
3. This little pig had roast meat;
4. This little pig had none;
5. This little pig said, “Wee, wee, wee,
I can’t find my way home!”
⁂ Addressed to the five toes.
The girl in the lane,
That couldn’t speak plain,
Cried gobble, gobble,
Gobble:
The man on the hill,
That couldn’t stand still,
Went hobble, hobble,
Hobble.
| Bah, bah, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full: One for my master, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane. |
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.