Hen.  Cock, cock, cock, cock,
      I’ve laid an egg,
      Am I to gang ba-are-foot? 
Cock.  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 heart out.

[To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse, which are to be “screamed” out.]

  Pussy sits behind the log,
  How can she be fair? 
Then comes in the little dog,
  Pussy, are you there? 
So, so, dear mistress Pussy,
  Pray tell me how you do? 
  I thank you, little dog,
  I’m very well just now.

How many days has my baby to play? 
  Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
  Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Pat a cake, pat a cake,
    Baker’s man! 
So I do, master, as fast as I can. 
    Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with T,
    And then it will serve
For Tommy and me.

There was a man and he had naught,
  And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney top,
  And then they thought they had him. 
But he got down on t’other side,
  And then they could not find him: 
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
  And never look’d behind him.

Ding—­dong—­bell, the cat’s in the well,
  Who put her in? little Johnny Green. 
  Who pulled her out? great Johnny Stout. 
    What a naughty boy was that,
    To drown poor pussy cat;
  Who never did him any harm,
  And killed the mice in his father’s barn.

Lazy Tom with jacket blue,
Stole his father’s gouty shoe. 
The worst of harm that dad can wish him,
Is his gouty shoe may fit him.

Bonny lass! bonny lass! 
Will you be mine? 
You shall neither wash dishes
Nor serve the wine,
But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam,
And you shall have strawberries, sugar, and cream.

I won’t be my father’s Jack,
I won’t be my father’s Jill,
I will be the fiddler’s wife,
And have music when I will. 
T’other little tune, t’other little tune,
Prythee, love, play me t’other little tune.

London bridge is broken down,
  Dance over my Lady Lee,
London bridge is broken down,
  With a gay ladye.

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

We’ll build it up with gravel and stone,
  Dance over my Lady Lee,
We’ll build it up with gravel and stone,
  With a gay ladye.

Gravel and stone will be washed away,
  Dance over my Lady Lee,
Gravel and stone will be washed away,
  With a gay ladye.

We’ll build it up with iron and steel,
  Dance over my Lady Lee,
We’ll build it up with iron and steel,
  With a gay ladye.

Iron and steel will bend and break,
  Dance over my Lady Lee,
Iron and steel will bend and break,
  With a gay ladye.