THERE was an old woman
Lived under a hill;
She put a mouse in a bag,
And sent it to the mill.
The miller declar'd
By the point of his knife,
He never took toll
Of a mouse in his life.
DING, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well!
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green;
Who pulled her out,
Big Tom Stout;
What a naughty boy was that
To try and drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did any harm,
And killed the mice in his father's barn.
"JOHN, come sell thy fiddle,
And buy thy wife a gown."
"No, I'll not sell my fiddle,
For ne'er a wife in town."

AS I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty Miss,
And she dropped me a curtsy.

Little Miss, pretty Miss,
Blessing light upon you;
If I had half a crown a-day,
I'd spend it all upon you.

OVER the water,
And under the water,
And always with its head down.
[Icicle]

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them

LITTLE BO-PEEP has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.
Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt she heard them bleating:
But when she awoke she found it a joke,
For still they all were fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found 'em indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind 'em.
It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray
Unto a meadow hard by,
There she espied their tails, side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.

HIGHER than a house, higher than a tree,
Oh, whatever can it be?
[A Star]
THE two gray kits
And the gray kits' mother
All went over
The bridge together.
The bridge broke down,
They all fell in;
May the rats go with you,
Says Tom Robin.