[When I was a little he,] My mother took me on her knee, Smiles and kisses gave with joy, And call’d me oft her darling boy.
[Is master Smith within? — Yes, that he is.] Can he set a shoe? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, and there a nail, Tick — tack — too.

[Charley loves good cake and ale,]

Charley loves good candy,

Charley loves to kiss the girls,

When they are clean and handy.

[John O’Gudgeon he was a wild man,] He whipt his children now and then, When he whipt them, he made them dance, Out of Ireland into France.
[Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,] Had a wife and couldn’t keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell, And then he kept her very well. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had another and didn’t love her; Peter learnt to read and spell, And then he loved her very well.