[There was an old man in a velvet coat,]

He kiss’d a maid and gave her a groat;

The groat was crack’d and would not go.

Ah, old man, do you serve me so?

[Three wise men of Gotham] Went to sea in a bowl, And if the bowl had been stronger My song had been longer.
[Wash me and comb me] And lay me down softly, And set me on a bank to dry, That I may look pretty, When some one comes by.
[Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,] The finest of pippins that ever you see; The apples are ripe, and ready to fall, And Reuben and Robin shall gather them all.