Four-and-twenty tailors
Went to kill a snail;
The best man among them
Durst not touch her tail:
She put out her horns
Like a little kyloe cow:
Run, tailors, run,
Or she'll kill you all e'en now.
Jack and Gill
Went up the hill,
To fetch a bottle of water;
Jack fell down,
And broke his crown,
And Gill came tumbling after.
O rare Harry Parry,
When will you marry?
When apples and pears are ripe.
I'll come to your wedding,
Without any bidding,
And lye with your bride all night.
See saw, Margery Daw,
Sold her old bed to lay on the straw;
Was not she a nasty slut
To sell her old bed to lay on the dirt.
There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth, without any bread,
She whipp'd all their bums, and sent them to bed.