About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive, About the bush, Willie, I'll meet thee alive. |
Bah, bah, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full; One for my master, One for my dame, But none for the little boy Who cries in the lane. |
Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen: Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay. |
Willie boy, Willie boy, Where are you going? O, let us go with you This sunshiny day. I'm going to the meadow To see them a-mowing, I'm going to help the girls Turn the new hay. |
Three children sliding on the ice Upon a summer's day, As it fell out, they all fell in, The rest they ran away. Oh, had these children been at school, Or sliding on dry ground, Ten thousand pounds to one penny They had not then been drowned. Ye parents who have children dear, And ye, too, who have none, If you would keep them safe abroad, Pray keep them safe at home. |