BOY AND GIRL

There was a little boy and a little girl
    Lived in an alley;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
    “Shall I, oh, shall I?”
Says the little girl to the little boy,
    “What shall we do?”
Says the little boy to the little girl,
    “I will kiss you.”

WHEN

When I was a bachelor
    I lived by myself;
And all the bread and cheese I got
    I laid up on the shelf.

The rats and the mice
    They made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London
    To buy me a wife.

The streets were so bad,
    And the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home
    In a wheelbarrow.

The wheelbarrow broke,
    And my wife had a fall;
Down came wheelbarrow,
    Little wife and all.

SING, SING

Sing, sing, what shall I sing? 
Cat’s run away with the pudding-string! 
Do, do, what shall I do? 
The cat has bitten it quite in two.

LONDON BRIDGE

London Bridge is broken down,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
London Bridge is broken down,
With a gay lady.

How shall we build it up again? 
Dance over my Lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again? 
With a gay lady.

Build it up with silver and gold,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with silver and gold,
With a gay lady.

Silver and gold will be stole away,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with iron and steel,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with iron and steel,
With a gay lady.

Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.

Build it up with stone so strong,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Huzza! ’twill last for ages long,
With a gay lady.

MARCH WINDS

March winds and April showers
Bring forth May flowers.

THE BALLOON

“What is the news of the day,
Good neighbor, I pray?”
“They say the balloon
Is gone up to the moon!”

A CHERRY

As I went through the garden gap,
Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap! 
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,—­
If you’ll tell me this riddle, I’ll give you a groat.