Hark! hark! the dogs bark,The beggars are coming to town;Some in rags and some in tags,And some in a silken gown.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown,And some gave them a good horse-whip,And sent them out of the town.
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,Eating a Christmas pie;He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,And said, oh! what a good boy am I.
There was an old womanLived under a hill;And if she’s not gone,She lives there still.
Diddlty, diddlty, dumpty,The cat ran up the plum tree,Give her a plum, and down she’ll come,Diddlty, diddlty, dumpty.
We’re all jolly boys, and we're coming with a noise,Our stockings shall be madeOf the finest silk,And our tails shall trail the ground.
To market, to market, to buy a plum cake,Home again, home again, market is late;To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,Home again, home again, market is done.
Elsie Marley has grown so fine,She won’t get up to serve the swine;But lies in bed till eight or nine,And surely she does take her time.
Daffy-down-dilly has come up to town,In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so between them both,They licked the platter clean.
Lucy Locket, lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;There was not a penny in it,But a ribbon round it.
Cross Patch, lift the latch,Sit by the fire and spin;Take a cup, and drink it up,Then call your neighbours in.
Johnny shall have a new bonnet,And Johnny shall go to the fair;And Johnny shall have a blue ribbon,To tie up his bonny brown hair.
There was a little boy and a little girlLived in an alley;Says the little boy to the little girl,“Shall I, oh, shall I?”Says the little girl to the little boy,“What shall we do?”Says the little boy to the little girl,“I will kiss you!”
Draw a pail of water,For my lady’s daughter;My father’s a king, and my mother’s a queen,My two little sisters are dressed in green,Stamping grass and parsley,Marigold leaves and daisies.One rush! two rush!Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.
Jack and JillWent up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell downAnd broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.
Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,And can’t tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,And bring their tails behind them.
Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,We’ll all have tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,They’re all gone away.
Little Tommy Tittlemouse,Lived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men’s ditches.
Tell Tale Tit,Your tongue shall be slit;And all the dogs in the townShall have a little bit.
Goosey, goosey, gander,Where shall I wander?Up stairs, down stairs,And in my lady’s chamber:There I met an old man,Who would not say his prayers;Take him by the left leg,Throw him down the stairs.
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?I will go with you, if I may.I’m going to the meadow to see them a mowing,I’m going to help them make the hay.