Little Nanny Etticoat In a white petticoat, And a red nose; The longer she stands The shorter she grows. |
Jack, be nimble; Jack, be quick; Jack, jump over the candlestick. |
Pretty John Watts, We are troubled with rats, Will you drive them out of the house? We have mice, too, in plenty, That feast in the pantry, But let them stay And nibble away, What harm in a little brown mouse? |
I'll tell you a story About Mary Morey, And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another About her brother, And now my story's done. |
Hush-a-bye, Baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down tumbles cradle and Baby and all. |