| DANCE to your daddy, My little babby; Dance to your daddy, My little lamb. You shall have a fishy In a little dishy; You shall have a fishy When the boat comes in. A SUNSHINE shower Won't last half an hour. As the day lengthens, So the cold strengthens. The fishes' cry Is never long dry. |
| HICKERY, dickery, 6 and 7, |
| Alabone, crackabone, 10 and 11; |
| Spin, spun, muskidem, |
| Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21. |
IF all the seas were one sea, |
| What a great sea that would be! |
| And if all the trees were one tree, |
| What a great tree that would be! |
| And if all the axes were one axe, |
| What a great axe that would be! |
| And if all the men were one man, |
| What a great man he would be! |
| And if the great man took the great axe, |
| And cut down the great tree, |
| And let it fall into the great sea, |
| What a splish, splash that would be! |
| HARK! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags, And some in velvet gowns. FOR every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none. If there be one, try and find it, If there be none, never mind it. | AS I was going up and down, I met a little dandy, He pulled my nose, and with two blows I knocked him down quite handy. I BOUGHT a dozen new-laid eggs, Of good old farmer Dickens; I hobbled home upon two legs, And found them full of chickens. |
SWAN, swam over the sea; |
| Swim, swan, swim, |
| Swan, swam back again; |
| Well, swum, swan. |
| BOSSY-COW, bossy-cow, where do you lie? |
| In the green meadow under the sky. |
| Billy-horse, billy-horse, where do you lie? |
| Out in the stable with nobody nigh. |
| Birdies bright, birdies sweet, where do you lie? |
| Up in the tree-tops,—oh, ever so high! |
| Baby dear, baby love, where do you lie? |
| In my warm crib, with Mamma close by. |
NOSE, nose, jolly red nose; |
| And what gave thee that jolly red nose? |
| Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, |
| And they gave me this jolly red nose. |
| PUSSY-CAT, pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been to London to visit the Queen! Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under her chair. BOBBY Shaftoe's gone to sea, Silver buckles on his knee; He'll come back and marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaftoe. Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair, Combing down his yellow hair; He's my love for evermore; Pretty Bobby Shaftoe. |