| JACK be nimble, Jack be quick, And Jack jump over the candlestick. I HAD a little pony I call'd him Dapple Gray, I lent him to a lady To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now, For all the lady's hire. |
I WENT to the wood and got it; |
| I sat me down and looked at it; |
| The more I looked at it the less I liked it, |
| And I brought it home because I couldn't help it. |
| [A Thorn] |
DARBY and Joan were dress'd in black, |
| Sword and buckle behind their back; |
| Foot for foot, and knee for knee, |
| Turn about Darby's company. |
THERE dwelt an old woman at Exeter; |
| When visitors came it sore vexed her; |
| So for fear they should eat, |
| She locked up all her meat, |
| This stingy old woman of Exeter. |
| MARY had a pretty bird,— Feathers bright and yellow; Slender legs, upon my word, He was a pretty fellow— The sweetest notes he always sung, Which much delighted Mary; And near the cage she'd ever sit, To hear her own canary. |
| LADYBIRD, ladybird, fly away home! |
| Your house is on fire, your children all gone, |
| All but one, and her name is Ann, |
| And she crept under the pudding pan. |