| [Who comes here? A Grenadier.] What do you want? A pot of beer. Where’s your money? I forgot. Got you gone, you drunken sot. |
| [Smiling girls, rosy boys,] Come and buy my little toys, Monkeys made of gingerbread And sugar horses painted red. |
| [There was an old woman, she liv’d in a shoe,] She had so many children she didn’t know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed. |
[Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing?]
How many holes in a skimmer?
Four and twenty. I’m half starving!
Mother, pray give me some dinner.
| [Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub,] And who do you think was there? The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker, And all of them gone to the fair. |