Children's Nursery Rhymes

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, Three bags full; One for the master, And one for the dame, And one for the little boy Who lives down the lane. Diddle diddle dumpling Diddle diddle dumpling My son John, Went to bed with his stockings on One shoe off The other shoe on. Diddle diddle dumpling My son John Do you know the muffin man Do you know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Do you know the muffin man, That lives in Drury Lane? Yes, I know the muffin man, The muffin man, the muffin man, Yes, I know the muffin man, That lives on Drury Lane. Georgie Porgie Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie, Kissed the girls and made them cry; When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away. 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. Hickety pickety Hickety pickety, my black hen, She lay's eggs for gentlemen; Sometimes nine, sometimes ten, Hickety pickety, my black hen. Hickory dickory dock Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down! Hickory, dickory, dock. Hot-cross buns Hot-cross buns! Hot-cross buns! One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross buns! If you have no daughters, Give them to your sons, One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross buns! But if you have none of these little elves, Then you may eat them all yourselves. Humpty Dumpty Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men Couldn't put Humpty together again! Hush a bye baby Hush a bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all. Jack and Jill went up the hill Jack and Jill went up the hill The fetch a pail of water; Jack feel down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Up got Jack and home did he trot, As fast as he could caper; Went to bed and bound his head, With vinegar and brown paper. When Jill came in how she did grin To see Jack's paper plaster; Mother vexed, did whip her next; For causing Jack's disaster. Jack be nimble Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack jump over The candlestick Jill be nimble, Jump it too, If Jack can do it So can you! Little Bo Peep Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep And doesn't know where to find them. Leave them alone, and they'll come home, Bringing their tails behind them. Little Bo peep fell fast asleep And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting. Then up she took her little crook, Determined her to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them. It happened one day, as Bo peep did stray Into a meadow hard by, There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry. She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, And over the hillocks went rambling, And tried what she could, as a sheperdess should, To tack each again to its lambkin. Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The cow's in the meadow, the sheep's in the corn. Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under a haycock, fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he's sure to cry. Little Jack Horner Little Jack Horner, Sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie, He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said What a good boy am I. London Bridge has fallen down London Bridge has fallen down, Fallen down, fallen down, London Bridge has fallen down, My fair Lady. Build it up with wood and clay, Wood and clay, wood and clay, Build it up with wood and clay, My fair Lady. Wood and clay will wash away, Wash away, wash away, Wood and clay will wash away, My fair Lady. Build it up with iron and steel, Iron and steel, iron and steel, Build it up with iron and steel, My fair Lady. Iron and steel will bend and bow, Bend and bow, bend and bow, Iron and steel will bend and bow, My fair Lady. Build it up with silver and gold, Silver and gold, silver and gold, Build it up with silver and gold, My fair Lady. Silver and gold will be stolen away, Stolen away, stolen away, Silver and gold will be stolen away, My fair Lady. Lucy locket lost her pocket Lucy locket lost her pocket, Kitty fisher found it; There was not a penny in it, Only ribbon round it. Mary had a little lamb Mary had a little lamb, Its fleece was white as snow. And everywhere that Mary went, The lamb was sure to go. It followed her to school one day, That was agains the rules; It made the children laugh and play, To see a lamb at school. And so the teacher turned it out, But still it lingered near; And waited patiently about Till Mary did appear. Why does the lamb love Mary so? The eager children cry; Why, Mary loves the lamb you know, The teacher did reply.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a row. The grand old Duke of York Oh, the grand 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. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair. He promised he'd buy me a fairing should please me, And then for a kiss, oh! He vowed he would tease me, He promised he'd bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear, dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair. He promised to buy me a pair of sleeve buttons, A pair of new garters that cost him but two pence, He promised he'd bring me a bunch of blue ribbons To tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Dear dear what can the matter be? Oh dear what can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair. He promised he'd bring me a basket of posies, A garland of lilies, a garland of roses, A little straw hat, to set off the blue ribbons That tie up my bonny brown hair. Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can he be? With his ears cut short and his tail cut long, Oh where, oh where can he be? Old King Cole Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Oh there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three. Pat a cake Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man, Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Pat it and prick it and mark it with B, And put it in the oven for Baby and me. Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater, Had a wife and couldn't keep her. He put her in a pumpkin shell And there he kept her, very well. Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had another and didn't love her; Peter learned to read and spell, And then he loved her very well. Pop, Goes the Weasel All around the cobbler's bench The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey thought 'twas all in fun. Pop! goes the weasel. A penny for a spool of thread, A penny for a needle. That's the way the money goes. Pop! goes the weasel. Up and down the City Road, In and out of the Eagle, That's the way the money goes. Pop! goes the weasel. Half a pound of tuppenny rice, Half a pound of treacle, Mix it up and make it nice, Pop! goes the weasel. Pussy cat, Pussy cat Pussy cat, Pussy cat where have you been? I've been to London to see the Queen Pussy cat, pussy Cat what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under her chair. The Queen of Hearts The Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of hearts, He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the knave full sore; The Knave of hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more. Rain, rain go away Rain, rain go away, Come again another day Little Suzy wants to play. Ring a ring o' roses Ring a ring o' rosy, A pocket full of posies, Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down Rub-a-dub-dub Rub-a-dub-dub Three men in a tub; And who do you think they be? The butcher, the baker, The candlestick maker; They all jumped out of a rotten potato, Turn 'em out, knaves all three! See-saw, Margery Daw See-saw, Margery Daw, Jacky shall have a new master; Jacky shall have but a penny a day Because he can't work any faster. Sing a song of sixpence Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the King? The King was in his counting house Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlour Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden Hanging out the clothes; Along came a little blackbird; And pecked off her nose. The Lion and the Unicorn The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown; The Lion beat the Unicorn all round about the town Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown; Some gave them plum cake, the drummed them out of town. There was a crooked man There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile. He had a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse And they all lived together in a little crooked house. There was an old woman 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; She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. Three blind mice Three blind mice, See how they run! They all ran after a farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife. Did you ever see such a sight in your life, As three blind mice? Tom, Tom the piper's son Tom, Tom the piper's son Stole a pig and away did run; The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went crying down the street.

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