The cock doth crow to let you know,
If you be wise, ’t is time to rise.

Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste,
I lie here and make no haste;
If my master chance to come,
You must fly, and I must run.

Where are you going to, my pretty maid? 
I am going a milking, sir, she said. 
May I go with you, my pretty maid? 
You’re kindly welcome, sir, she said.

Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare,
If the horse wont be shod, let him go bare.

Bye, baby bunting,
Father’s gone a hunting,
Mother’s gone a milking,
Sister’s gone a silking,
Brother’s gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.

Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

Ba-a, Ba-a, black sheep, have you any wool? 
Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full: 
One for my master, one for my dame,
And one for the little boy that lives in our lane.

As I was going up Pippen Hill,
Pippen Hill was dirty,
There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropped me a curtsey. 
Little mis, pretty miss,
Blessings shine upon you! 
If I had half a crown a day,
I’d spend it all upon you.

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
     To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
     And a twopenny apple pie.

See, saw, Margery Daw,
Jenny shall have a new master;
She shall have but a penny a day,
Because she can’t work any faster.

When I was a batchelor, I lived by myself,
And all the meat I got, I put upon the shelf;
The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,
That I went to London to get myself a wife,
The streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow,
I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,
Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife and all.

I had a little pony,
     His name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady,
     To ride a mile away. 
She whipped him, she slashed him,
     She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
     For all the lady’s hire.

Come, let’s to bed,
Says Sleepy Head,
Tary a while,
Says Slow’
Put on the pan,
Says Greedy Nan,
Let’s sup before we go.

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.”

Cock-a-doodle-doo! 
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master’s lost his fiddling stick,
And don’t know what to do. 
Cock-a-doodle-doo! 
What is my dame to do? 
Till master finds his fiddling stick,
She’ll dance without her shoe.

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went Pussy-cat, and down went he;
Down came Pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast, “Catch me if you can.” 
Little Robin Redbreast flew upon a wall,
Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;
Little Robin chirp’d and sang, and what did Pussy say? 
Pussy-cat said “Mew,” and Robin flew away.