I'll sing you a song,
It's not very long:
The woodcock and the sparrow,
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall he hanged to-morrow.
I'll tell you a story,
About Jack a Nory,
And now my story's begun;
I'll tell you another,
About Jack and his brother;
And now my story's done.
Is John Smith within?
Yes that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.
I see the moon, and the moon sees me,
God bless the moon, and God bless me.
Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down,
And cracked his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.