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Adam and Even and Pinch-me
Went down to the river to bathe.
Adam and Eve got drownded,
Which on of the three was saved?
As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty,
There I met a pretty Miss,
And she dropped me a curtsy.
Little Miss, pretty Miss,
Blessings light upon you,
If I had half-a-crown a day,
I'd spend it all upon you.
As I was walking in a field of wheat,
I picked up something good to eat;
Neither fish, flesh, fowl, nor bone,
i kept it till it ran alone. (an egg)
As I went up the apple-tree,
All the apples fell on me;
Bake a pudding, bake a pie,
Did you ever tell a lie?
Yes, I did, and many times.
O-U-T, out goes she
Right in the middle of the deep blue sea.
As I went up the Brandy hill,
I met my father with good will;
He had jewels, he had rings,
He had many pretty things;
He'd a cat with nine tails,
He'd a hammer wanting nails.
Up Jock!
Down Tom!
Blow the bellows old man.
At Brill on the hill
The wind blows shrill;
The cook no meat can dress;
At Stow-in-the-Wold
The wind blows cold,
I know no more than this.
At Islington a fair they hold,
Where cakes and ale are to be sold,
At High gate and at Holloway
The like is kept from day to day;
At Totnam and at Kentish Town,
And all those places up and down.
Bobby Shafto's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love forevermore,
Bonny Bobby Shafto!
Bobby Shafto's looking out,
All his ribbons flew about,
All the ladies gave a shout,
Hey for Bobby Shafto!
Boston town's turned into a city,
But I've no time to change my ditty.
Brave news is come to town,
Brave news is carried;
Brave news is come to town,
Jemmy Dawson's married.
First he got a porridge-pot,
Then he got a ladle;
Then he got a wife and child,
And then he bought a cradle.
Cold and raw the north wind doth blow
Bleak in the morning early,
All the hills are covered with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.
Columbus sailed the ocean blue,
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two.
Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
With a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.
Dear Sensibility, O la!
I heard a little lamb cry, baa!
Says I, "So you have lost Mamma?"
"Ah!"
The little lamb, as I said so,
Frisking about the fields did go,
And, frisking, trod upon my toe.
"Oh!"
Far from home across the sea
To foreign parts I go;
When I am gone, O think of me
And I'll remember you.
Remember me when far away,
Whether asleep or awake,
Remember me on your wedding day
And send me a piece of your cake.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.
"Fire, fire!" cried the town crier;
"Where? Where?" said Goody Blair;
"Down the town," said Goody Brown;
"I'll go see't," said Goody Fleet;
"So will I," said Goody Fry.
"Flying-man, Flying-man,
Up in the sky,
Where are you going to,
Flying so high?"
"Over the mountains
And over the sea--!"
"Flying-man, Flying-man,
Can't you take me?"
Fog on the hill
Brings water to the mill.
Fog on the moor
Brings sun to the door.
Gray goose and gander,
Waft your wings together,
And carry the good king's daughter
Over the one-strand river.
Gray goose and gander,
Waft your wings together,
And carry the good king's daughter
Over the one-strand river.
Hogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser;
Cows in the cornfield, run, boys, run!
Cats in the creampot, run, girls, run;
Fire on the mountains, run, boys, run!
I have a little sister, they call her Peep-Peep,
She wades the waters, deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the mountains, high, high, high,
Poor little creature she has but one eye.
I saw a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
And oh but it was laden,
With pretty things for thee.
There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold;
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were all of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors,
That stood between the decks,
Were four-and-twenty white mice
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck
With a packet on his back,
And when the ship began to move
The captain said Quack! Quack!
If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
If all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
If all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
If all the men were one man,
What a great man that would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish-splash that would be!
If all the world was apple-pie
And all the sea was ink;
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What could we do for drink?
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.
Up Jack got, and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper,
To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob,
With vinegar and brown paper.
Jemmy Jed went into a shed,
And made of a ted of straw his bed;
An owl came out, and flew about
And Jemmy up stakes and fled:
Wasn't Jemmy Jed a staring fool,
Born in the woods to be scared by an owl?
Little Bob Robin,
Where do you live?
Up in yonder wood, sir,
On a hazel twig.
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Little Tee Wee,
He went to sea,
In an open boat;
And while afloat
The little boat bended--
My story's ended.
Marry when June roses grow,
Over land and sea you'll go.
None in August should over the land,
In December none over the sea.
Oh, the brave old Duke of York,
He had ten thousand men;
He marched them up to the top of the hill,
And he marched them down again.
And when they were up, they were up,
And when they were down, they were down
And when they were only half-way up,
They were neither up nor down.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven,
All good children go to heaven,
Penny on the water,
Two pence on the sea,
Threepence on the railway,
Out goes she.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood
Is in the mickle wood;
Little John, Little John,
He to the town is gone.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Is telling his beads,
All in the green wood,
Among the green weeds.
Little John, Little John,
If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
He will fret sore.
See, saw, sacaradown,
Which is the way to Boston Town?
One foot up the other foot down,
That is the way to Boston Town.
Swan swam over the sea,
Swim, swan, swim!
Swan swam back again,
Well swum, swan!
Terence McDiddler,
The three-stringed fiddler,
Can charm, if you please,
The fish from the seas.
The cock's on the dunghill a blowing his horn;
The bull's in the barn a threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadow are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.
The fair maid who, the first of May,
Goes to the fields at break of day,
And walks in dew from the hawthorn tree
Will ever after handsome be.
The king of France went up the hill,
With twenty thousand men;
The king of France came down the hill,
And ne'er went up again.
The man in the wilderness asked me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answered him, as I thought good,
As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
There are men in the village of Erith
Whom nobody seeth or heareth,
And there looms, on the marge
Of the river, a barge
That nobody roweth or steereth.
There was a jolly miller once,
Lived on the river Dee;
He worked and sang from morn till night,
No lark more blithe than he.
And this the burden of his song
Forever used to be,
I care for nobody, no! not I,
If nobody cares for me.
There was a mad man and he had a mad wife,
And they lived in a mad town;
They had three children all at a birth,
And mad they were every one.
The father was mad, the mother was mad,
And the children mad beside;
And they all got on a mad horse,
And madly they did ride.
They rode by night and they rode by day,
Yet never a one of them fell;
They rode so madly all the way,
Till they came to the gates of hell.
Old Nick was glad to see them so mad,
And gladly let them in:
But he soon grew sorry to see them so merry,
And let them out again.
There was an Old Woman
Lived under a hill,
And if she isn't gone,
She lives there still.
Baked apples she sold,
And cranberry pies,
And she's the old woman
That never told lies.
There was an old woman of Norwich,
Who lived upon nothing but porridge;
Parading the town,
She turned cloak into gown,
The thrifty old woman of Norwich.
There was once a fish.
(What more could you wish?)
He lived in the sea.
(Where else would he be?)
He was caught on a line.
(Whose line if not mine?)
So I brought him to you.
(What else should I do?)
There were two blackbirds
Sat upon a hill,
The one named Jack,
The other named Jill,
Fly away Jack,
Fly away Jill,
Come again, Jack,
Come again Jill.
Thirty white horses
Upon a red hill,
Now they tramp,
Now they champ,
Now they stand still.
This is the key of the kingdom.
In that kingdom there is a city.
In that city there is a town.
In that town there is a street.
In that street there is a lane.
In that lane there is a yard.
In that yard there is a house.
In that house there is a room.
In that room there is a bed.
In that bed there is a basket.
In that basket there are some flowers.
Flowers in a basket;
Basket on the bed;
Bed in the room;
Room in the house;
House in the yard;
Yard in the lane;
Lane in the street;
Street in the town;
Town in the city;
City in the kingdom--
And this is the key of the kingdom.
Three grey geese in a green field grazing,
Grey were the geese and green was the grazing.
Three wise men of Gotham
They went to sea in a bowl,
And if the bowl had been stronger
My song had been longer.
Tom, he was a piper's so,
He learned to play when he was young,
And the all the tune that he could play,
Was, "Over the hills and far away";
Over the hills and a great way off,
The wind shall blow my top-knot off.
Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys,
And they stopped to hear him play,
"Over the hills and far away."
Trip and go, heave and hoe,
Up and down, to and fro,
From the town to the grove
Two and two, let us rove;
A-maying, a-playing;
Love hath no gainsaying;
So merrily trip and go,
So merrily trip and go.
Up hill and down dale;
Butter is made in every vale;
And if that Nancy Cock is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
Then let us sing merrily,
Merrily now,
We'll live on the custards that come from the cow.
Up the hill take care of me;
Down the hill take care of thee;
Give me no water when I am hot;
On level ground spare me not.
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
Are the children all in bed, for now it's eight o'clock.
When I was a little girl,
About seven years old,
I hadn't got a petticoat,
To keep me from the cold.
So I went into Darlington,
That pretty little town,
And there I bought a petticoat,
A cloak, and a gown.
I went into the woods
And built me a kirk,
And all the birds of the air,
They helped me to work.
The hawk, with his long claws,
Pulled down the stone,
The dove, with her rough bill,
Brought me them home.
The parrot was the clergyman,
The peacock was the clerk,
The bullfinch played the organ,
And we made merry work.
When sea birds fly to land,
A storm is at hand.
When the clouds are upon the hills,
They'll come down by the mills.
When the sun's perpendicular height
Points out the depths of the sea,
And when the fishes in the water sweat,
Oh my, how hot it will be!
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