| Curly locks! Curly locks! wilt thou be mine? |
| Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine |
| CURLY locks! Curly locks! wilt thou be mine? |
| Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; |
| But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, |
| And feed upon strawberries, sugar and cream! |
A CAT came fiddling out of a barn. |
| With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm: |
| She could sing nothing but fiddle cum fee, |
| The mouse has married the bumble-bee; |
| Pipe, cat—dance, mouse, |
| We'll have a wedding at our good house. |
| I WON'T be my father's Jack, I won't be my mother's Jill, I will be the fiddler's wife, And have music when I will. T'other little tune, T'other little tune, Prythee, love, play me T'other little tune. | LITTLE maid, little maid, Whither goest thou? Down in the meadow To milk my cow. AS the days grow longer The storms grow stronger. |
| HICKORY, dickory, sackory down |
| How many miles to Richmond town? |
| Turn to the left and turn to the right, |
| And you may get there by Saturday night. |
| ONE, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, shut the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, who will delve; Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, maids a-kissing; Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, my stomach's empty. |
| WEAR you a hat, or wear you a crown, All that goes up must surely come down. | |||||
 | THERE were two blackbirds Sitting on a hill. The one named Jack, And the other named Jill. Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill! Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill! | ||||
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