Hot-cross Buns!
Hot-cross Buns!
If ye have no daughters,
Give them to your sons.
Jack Jingle
Jack Jingle went 'prentice
To make a horseshoe,
He wasted the iron
Till it would not do.
His master came in,
And began for to rail;
Says Jack, "The shoe's spoiled,
But 'twill still make a nail."
He tried at the nail,
But, chancing to miss,
Says, "If it won't make a nail,
It shall yet make a hiss."
Then into the water
Threw the hot iron, smack.
"Hiss!" quoth the iron;
"I thought so," says Jack.
Hey ding-a-ding
Hey ding-a-ding,
I heard a bird sing,
The parliament soldiers
Are gone to the king.
Willy boy, where are you going?