| [Lady-bird, Lady-bird,] Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn. |
| [One, Two — buckle my shoe;] Three, Four — open the door; Five, Six — pick up sticks; Seven, Eight — lay them straight; Nine, Ten — a good fat hen; Eleven, Twelve — I hope you’re well. Thirteen, Fourteen — draw the curtain; Fifteen, Sixteen — the maid’s in the kitchen; Seventeen, Eighteen — she’s in waiting. Nineteen, Twenty — my stomach’s empty. |
| [Snail, Snail,] Come out of your hole, Or else I’ll beat you black as a coal. Snail, Snail, Put out your head, Or else I’ll beat you till you’re dead. |
| [The man in the moon came down too soon] To inquire the way to Norridge; The man in the south, he burnt his mouth With eating cold plum porridge. |
| [When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,] And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf; The rats and the mice, they made such a strife, I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife. The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow. I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow; The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall, And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all. |