Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. |
Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells And pretty maids all in a row. |
Bonny lass, pretty lass, Wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes Nor yet serve the swine. Thou shalt sit on a cushion And sew a fine seam, And thou shalt eat strawberries, Sugar and cream. |
Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy, Loves plum cake and sugar candy. He bought some at a grocer's shop, And pleased away went hop, hop, hop. |
Ding—dong—bell, the cat's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out? Great Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy cat Who never did him any harm, And killed the mice in his father's barn. |