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.