| Ride a cockhorse 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. |
| The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, |
| All on a summer's day; |
| The Knave of Hearts, he stole the tarts, |
| And took them clean away. |
| The King of Hearts called for the tarts, |
| And beat the Knave full sore; |
| The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts, |
| And vowed he'd steal no more. |
| Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, |
| And can't tell where to find them; |
| Leave them alone, and they'll come home, |
| And bring their tails behind them. |