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LITTLE TUMMY TUCKER
Little Tummy Tucker
sings for his supper, what shall we give him?
White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
How shall he cut it without a knife?
How shall he marry without a wife?
PUSSY CAT MOLE
Pussy cat Mole
jumped over a coal
and in her best petticoat burnt a great hole,
she'll have no more milk
until her best petticoat's mended with silk.
HORSEY,HORSEY
Horsey, horsey don't you stop
just let your feet go clippety clop
the tail goes swish giddy up
we're homeward bound.
Ain't in a hurry,
ain't in a scurry,
we'll be on our way.
Hey! Horsey, horsey on our way, we'll be travelling many a day,
the tail goes swish
and the wheels go round giddy up
we're homeward bound.
PUSSY CAT ATE THE DUMPLINGS
Pussy Cat ate the dumplings,the dumplings
Pussy Cat ate the dumplings.
Mamma stood by, and cried,
'Oh fie! Why did you eat the dumplings?’
POLLY PUT THE KETTLE ON
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've all gone away.
ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE
One, two, buckle my shoe;
three, four, knock at the door;
five, six, pick up sticks;
seven, eight, lay them straight;
nine, ten, a big fat hen;
eleven, twelve, dig and delve;
thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting;
fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen;
seventeen, eighteen,
maids in waiting;
nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.
STAR LIGHT, STAR BRIGHT
Star light, star bright,
the first star I see tonight,
I wish I may,
I wish I might,
have the wish I wish tonight
WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN?
Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.
Who saw him die?
I with my little eye,
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
with my little dish,
Who'll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
Who'll dig his grave?
I, said the Owl, with my pick and shovel,
I'll dig his grave.
Who'll be the parson?
I, said the Rook,
with my little book,
I'll be the parson.
Who'll be the clerk?
I, said the Lark,
if it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk.
Who'll carry the link?
I, said the Linnet,
I'll fetch it in a minute,
I'll carry the link.
Who'll be chief mourner?
I, said the Dove,
I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner.
Who'll carry the coffin?
I, said the Kite,
I'll carry the coffin.
Who'll bear the pall?
We, said the Wren,
We'll bear the pall .
Who'll sing a psalm?
I, said the Thrush,
as she sat on a bush,
I'll sing a psalm.
Who'll toll the bell?
because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell.
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
for poor Cock Robin.
LITTLE NANCY ETTICOAT
Little Nancy Etticoat
with a white petticoat
and a red nose;
she has no feet or hands,
the longer she stands,
the shorter she grows.
REMEMBER, REMEMBER
Remember, remember the fifth of November;
gunpowder, treason and plot .
I see no reason why gunpowder,
treason should ever be forgot.