Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
Bleak in the morning early;
All the hills are cover’d with snow,
And winter’s now come fairly.
Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
When a man marries
His trouble begins.
| Cock a doodle doo! My dame has lost her shoe; Master’s broke his fiddling stick, And don’t know what to do. |
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on;
One shoe off, the other shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
Dingty, diddledy, my mammy’s maid,
She stole oranges, I am afraid.
Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges, I do believe.
There was a man of our town,
And he was wondrous wise:
He jump’d into a bramble-bush,
And scratch’d out both his eyes;
And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump’d into another bush,
And scratch’d them in again.
Sing! sing! what shall I sing?
The cat’s run away with the pudding-bag string.
Snail! snail! come out of your hole,
Or else I’ll beat you as black as a coal.
Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,
One named Jack, the other named Gill;
Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;
Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.