PINS

See a pin and pick it up,
All the day you’ll have good luck. 
See a pin and let it lay,
Bad luck you’ll have all the day.

SHALL WE GO A-SHEARING?

“Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?”
“Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick of hearing.” 
“Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?”
“Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly.”

GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER

Goosey, goosey, gander,
  Whither dost thou wander? 
Upstairs and downstairs
  And in my lady’s chamber.

There I met an old man
  Who wouldn’t say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
  And threw him down the stairs.

OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
  To give her poor dog a bone;
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
  And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker’s
  To buy him some bread;
When she came back
  The dog was dead.

She went to the undertaker’s
  To buy him a coffin;
When she got back
  The dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish
  To get him some tripe;
When she came back
  He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the alehouse
  To get him some beer;
When she came back
  The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern
  For white wine and red;
When she came back
  The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter’s
  To buy him a hat;
When she came back
  He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber’s
  To buy him a wig;
When she came back
  He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer’s
  To buy him some fruit;
When she came back
  He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor’s
  To buy him a coat;
When she came back
  He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler’s
  To buy him some shoes;
When she came back
  He was reading the news.

She went to the sempster’s
  To buy him some linen;
When she came back
  The dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier’s
  To buy him some hose;
When she came back
  He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsy,
  The dog made a bow;
The dame said, “Your servant,”
  The dog said, “Bow-wow.”

THE COCK AND THE HEN

“Cock, cock, cock, cock,
I’ve laid an egg,
Am I to gang ba—­are-foot?”

“Hen, hen, hen, hen,
I’ve been up and down
To every shop in town,
And cannot find a shoe
To fit your foot,
If I’d crow my hea—­art out.”