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As I was going o'er Tipple Tine,
I met a flock of bonny swine;
Some yellow necked,
Some yellow backed;
They were the very bonniest swine
That ever went over Tipple Tine.
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives,
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits;
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
As I was going to Banbury
Upon a summer's day,
My dame had butter, eggs, and fruit,
And I had corn and hay;
Joe drove the ox, and Tom the swine,
Dick told the foal and mare,
I sold them all--then home to dine,
From famous Banbury fair.
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 o'er little Moorfields,
I saw St. Paul's a-running on wheels,
With a fee, fo, fum.
Then for further frolics I'll go to France,
While Jack shall sing and his wife shall dance,
With a fee, fo, fum.
As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig
Without a wig,
Upon my word of honor.
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle,
Right up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Evening red and morning grey,
Send the traveller on his way;
Evening grey and morning red
Bring the rain upon his head.
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.
Father and I went down to camp,
Along with Captain Goodin,
And there we saw the men and boys
As thick as hasty puddin'.
Yankee Doodle keep it up,
Yankee Doodle dandy,
Mind the music and the step,
And with the girls be handy.
And there was Captain Washington
Upon a slapping stallion,
And all the men and boys around,
I guess there was a million.
Yankee Doodle went to town,
Riding on a pony.
Stuck a feather in his hat,
And called it macaroni.
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You can get there by candle-light.
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!
I saw three ships come sailing by,
Come sailing by, come sailing by,
I saw three ships come sailing by,
On New-Year's day in the morning.
And what do you think was in them then,
Was in them then, was in them then?
And what do you think was in them then?
On New-Year's day in the morning?
Three pretty girls were in them then,...
One could whistle, and one could sing,...
I went to Noke,
But nobody spoke;
I went to Thame,
It was the same;
Burford and Brill
Were silent and still,
But I went to Beckley
And they spoke directly.
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly from my hand,
Tell me where my true love stands,
Uphill or downhill or by the sea sand,
Ladybird, ladybird, fly from my hand.
Fly, ladybird, fly!
North, south, east or west;
Fly to the pretty girl
That I love best.
Little Robin Redbreast
Came to visit me;
This is what he whistled,
Thank you for my tea.
Merrily sang the monks of Ely,
As King Canute came rowing by.
"Row to the shore, knights," said the king,
"And let us hear these churchmen sing."
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.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under her chair.
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!
Ride a cock horse
To Banbury Cross,
To see what
Tommy can buy,
A penny white loaf,
A penny white cake,
And a huge penny pie.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
And she shall have music wherever she goes.
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, Jack in a hedge,
Which is the way to London bridge?
See, saw, sacaradown,
Which is the way to Boston Town?
One foot up the other foot down,
That is the way to Boston Town.
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Indeed I have not any.
Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look
If plumbs grew on a thistle;
He pricked his finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
The man in the moon
Came tumbling down,
And asked his way to Norwich.
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth,
With supping hot pease porridge.
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
There was an old woman tossed in a blanket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
But where she was going no mortal could tell,
For under her arm she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I!
Whither, ah whither, ah whither so high?
To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
And I'll be with you by and by.
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."
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
When the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
'Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark,
Lights the traveller in the dark,--
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Two broken tradesmen,
Newly come over,
The one from France and Scotland,
The other from Dover.
What's your trade?
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