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Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Then up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper;
And went to bed to mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper.


Curley Locks

Curley Locks, Curley Locks,
Wilt thou be mine ?
Thou shalt not wash dishes,
Nor yet feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion
And sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries,
Sugar and cream


A Frog He Would
A Wooing Go

A frog he would a wooing go.
Heigh-ho says Rowley !
Whether his mother
Would let him or no,
With a roly - poly,
Gammon and spinach
Heigh - ho says Anthony Rowley !


Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown,
Rapping at the window,
Crying through the lock,
Are all the children in their beds ?
For now it's eight o'clock.


It was Tommy who said

It was Tommy who said,
"The sweet springtime has come;
I see the birds flit,
And I hear the birds hum,"
"Oho, Mister Lark,
Up aloft in the sky,
Now which is happiest,
Is it you, sir, or I ?"

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle
The cat and the fiddle
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon.


Goosie Gander

Goosie, goosie, gander,
Wither shall I wander ?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him down the stairs.


How Many Miles
To Babylon ?

How many miles to Babylon ?
Threescore miles and ten,
Can I get there by candle light ?
Yes, and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candle light.


Old woman
who lived in a shoe

There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children
She didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth
Without any bread
And whipped them all soundly
And sent them to bed.


Shall I sing ?

"Shall I sing ?" says the lark,
"Shall I bloom ?" says the flower;
"Shall I come ?" says the sun,
"Or shall I ?" says the shower.

Sing your song, pretty bird,
Roses, bloom for an hour;
Shine on, dearest sun,
Go away, naughty shower !


     

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