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- 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, bough, cradle, and all.
- * * * * *
- Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
- Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;
- Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
- And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
- * * * * *
- Bye, baby bunting,
- Daddy's gone a-hunting,
- To get a little rabbit-skin,
- To wrap his baby bunting in.
- * * * * *
- Hush thee, my babby,
- Lie still with thy daddy,
- Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
- To grind thee some wheat
- To make thee some meat,
- And so, my dear babby, lie still.
- * * * * *
- Sleep, baby, sleep!
- Thy father watches the sheep;
- Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,
- And down falls a little dream on thee:
- Sleep, baby, sleep!
- Sleep, baby, sleep.
- The large stars are the sheep,
- The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,
- The fair moon is the shepherdess:
- Sleep, baby, sleep!
- * * * * *
- This little pig went to market;
- This little pig stayed at home;
- This little pig had roast beef;
- This little pig had none;
- This little pig said, "Wee, wee!
- I can't find my way home."
- * * * * *
- Brow bender,
- Eye peeper,
- Nose smeller,
- Mouth eater,
- Chin chopper.
- Knock at the door--peep in
- Lift up the latch--walk in
- Eye winker,
- Tom Tinker,
- Nose smeller,
- Mouth eater,
- Chin chopper.
- Chin chopper.
- * * * * *
- Here sits the Lord Mayor,
- Here sit his two men,
- Here sits the cock,
- And here sits the hen;
- Here sit the chickens,
- And here they go in,
- Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
- * * * * *
- 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,
- Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
- * * * * *
- Pat it, kiss it,
- Stroke it, bless it;
- Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
- Little hand all well again.
- * * * * *
- Baa, baa, black sheep,
- Have you any wool?
- Yes, marry, have I,
- Three bags full:
- One for my master,
- One for my dame,
- And one for the little boy
- Who lives in the lane.
- * * * * *
- Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
- Where have you been?
- I've been to London
- To look at the Queen
- Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
- What did you there?
- I frightened a little mouse
- Under her chair.
- * * * * *
- Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
- To see an old lady upon a white horse,
- Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
- She shall have music wherever she goes.
- * * * * *
- Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
- Silver buckles on his knee;
- He'll come back and marry me,
- Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
- Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
- Combing down his yellow hair;
- He's my love for evermair,
- Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
- * * * * *
- Tom, he was a piper's son,
- He learned to play when he was young,
- And all the tune that he could play
- Was, "Over the hills and far away,"
- Over the hills, and a great way off,
- The wind will blow my top-knot off.
- Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
- That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
- And they always stopped to hear him play
- "Over the hills and far away."
- * * * * *
- Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,
- Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:
- All but one whose name is Ann,
- And she crept under the pudding-pan.
- * * * * *
- The north wind doth blow,
- And we shall have snow,
- And what will the robin do then,
- Poor thing?
- He'll sit in a barn,
- And keep himself warm,
- And hide his head under his wing,
- Poor thing!
- * * * * *
- 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 lashed him,
- She rode him through the mire;
- I would not lend my pony now
- For all the lady's hire.
- * * * * *
- I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;
- But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.
- Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,
- And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
- * * * * *
- 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."
- Simple Simon went a-fishing
- For to catch a whale;
- But all the water he could find
- Was in his mother's pail!
- * * * * *
- Jack and Jill went up the hill,
- To fetch a pail of water;
- Jack fell down, and broke his crown
- And Jill came tumbling after.
- Up Jack got and home did trot
- As fast as he could caper;
- Went to bed to mend his head
- With vinegar and brown paper.
- Jill came in and she did grin,
- To see his paper plaster,
- Mother, vexed, did whip her next,
- For causing Jack's disaster.
- * * * * *
- Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
- The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn,
- Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
- He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
- * * * * *
- Old Mother Goose, when
- She wanted to wander,
- Would ride through the air
- On a very fine gander.
- Mother Goose had a house,
- 'T was built in a wood,
- Where an owl at the door
- For sentinel stood.
- She had a son Jack,
- A plain-looking lad;
- He was not very good,
- Nor yet very bad.
- She sent him to market,
- A live goose he bought:
- "Here! mother," says he,
- "It will not go for nought."
- Jack's goose and her gander
- Grew very fond;
- They'd both eat together,
- Or swim in one pond.
- Jack found one morning,
- As I have been told,
- His goose had laid him
- An egg of pure gold.
- Jack rode to his mother,
- The news for to tell.
- She called him a good boy,
- And said it was well.
- * * * * *
- Goosey, goosey, gander,
- Where shall I wander?
- Upstairs, downstairs,
- And in my lady's chamber.
- There I met an old man
- Who would not say his prayers;
- I took him by the left leg,
- And threw him downstairs.
- * * * * *
- I'll tell you a story
- About Mary Morey,
- And now my story's begun,
- I'll tell you another
- About her brother,
- And now my story's done.
- * * * * *
- Three wise men of Gotham,
- Went to sea in a bowl;
- If the bowl had been stronger,
- My song had been longer.
- * * * * *
- There was a crooked man,
- And he went a crooked mile,
- He found a crooked sixpence
- Upon a crooked stile:
- He bought a crooked cat,
- That caught a crooked mouse--
- And they all lived together
- In a little crooked house.
- * * * * *
- There was a man in our town,
- And he was wondrous wise,
- He jumped into a bramble bush,
- And scratched out both his eyes;
- But when he saw his eyes were out,
- With all his might and main,
- He jumped into another bush,
- And scratched 'em in again.
- * * * * *
- Hey! diddle diddle,
- The cat and the fiddle,
- The cow jumped over the moon;
- The little dog laughed
- To see such sport,
- While the dish ran away with the spoon.
- * * * * *
- Hickory, dickory, dock,
- The mouse ran up the clock;
- The clock struck one,
- The mouse ran down,
- Hickory, dickory, dock.
- * * * * *
- 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.
- * * * * *
- Little Miss Muffet
- Sat on a tuffet,
- Eating her curds and whey;
- There came a great spider,
- And sat down beside her,
- And frightened Miss Muffet away.
- * * * * *
- If all the seas were one sea,
- What a _great_ sea that would be!
- And if all the trees were one tree,
- What a _great_ tree that would be!
- And if all the axes were one axe,
- What a _great_ axe that would be!
- And if all the men were one man,
- What a _great_ man he would be!
- And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe,
- And cut down the _great_ tree,
- And let it fall into the _great_ sea,
- What a splish splash _that_ would be!
- * * * * *
- There was an old man,
- And he had a calf,
- And that's half;
- He took him out of the stall,
- And tied him to the wall,
- And that's all.
- * * * * *
- The man in the wilderness asked me,
- How many strawberries grew in the sea?
- I answered him as I thought good,
- As many as red herrings grew in the wood
- * * * * *
- If all the world were apple-pie,
- And all the sea were ink,
- And all the trees were bread and cheese,
- What should we have for drink?
- * * * * *
- I saw a ship a-sailing,
- A-sailing on the sea;
- And it was full of pretty things
- For baby and for me.
- There were sweetmeats in the cabin,
- And apples in the hold;
- The sails were made of silk,
- And the masts were made of gold.
- The four-and-twenty sailors
- That stood between the decks,
- Were four-and-twenty white mice.
- With chains about their necks.
- The captain was a duck,
- With a packet on his back;
- And when the ship began to move,
- The captain cried, "Quack, quack!"
- * * * * *
- My dear, do you know,
- How a long time ago,
- Two poor little children,
- Whose names I don't know,
- Were stolen away on a fine summer's day,
- And left in a wood, as I've heard people say.
- And when it was night,
- So sad was their plight!
- The sun it went down,
- And the moon gave no light!
- They sobbed and they sighed, and they bitterly cried
- And the poor little things, they lay down and died.
- And when they were dead,
- The robins so red,
- Brought strawberry-leaves
- And over them spread;
- And all the day long,
- They sung them this song:
- "Poor babes in the wood! Poor babes in the wood!
- Oh don't you remember the babes in the wood?"
- * * * * *
- The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts
- All on a summer's day;
- The Knave of Hearts, he stole the 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.
- * * * * *
- I had a little husband,
- No bigger than my thumb;
- I put him in a pint-pot,
- And there I bade him drum.
- I bought a little horse,
- That galloped up and down;
- I bridled him, and saddled
- And sent him out of town.
- I gave him little garters,
- To garter up his hose,
- And a little handkerchief,
- To wipe his little nose.
- * * * * *
- 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 parlor,
- Eating bread and honey;
- The maid was in the garden
- Hanging out the clothes;
- When up came a blackbird,
- And nipped off her nose.
- * * * * *
- Little Bo-peep, she lost her sheep,
- And can't tell where to find them;
- Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
- And bring their tails behind them.
- Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
- And dreamed she heard them bleating;
- When she awoke she found it a joke,
- For they still were all fleeting.
- Then up she took her little crook,
- Determined for 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,
- Unto 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 she raced;
- And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,
- That each tail should be properly placed.
- * * * * *
- What are little boys made of, made of?
- What are little boys made of?
- Snips and snails, and puppy-dogs' tails;
- And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
- What are little girls made of, made of?
- What are little girls made of?
- Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
- And that's what little girls are made of, made of.
- * * * * *
- A farmer went trotting
- Upon his gray mare;
- Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
- With his daughter behind him,
- So rosy and fair;
- Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
- A raven cried "Croak";
- And they all tumbled down;
- Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
- The mare broke her knees,
- And the farmer his crown;
- Lumpety, lumpety, lump.
- The mischievous raven
- Flew laughing away;
- Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
- And vowed he would serve them
- The same the next day;
- Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
- * * * * *
- This is the way the ladies ride--
- Saddle-a-side, saddle-a-side!
- This is the way the gentlemen ride--
- Sitting astride, sitting astride!
- This is the way the grandmothers ride--
- Bundled and tied, bundled and tied!
- This is the way the babykins ride--
- Snuggled inside, snuggled inside!
- * * * * *
- WHAT DOES LITTLE BIRDIE SAY?
- What does little birdie say,
- In her nest at peep of day?
- "Let me fly," says little birdie,
- "Mother, let me fly away."
- Birdie, rest a little longer,
- Till the little wings are stronger.
- So she rests a little longer,
- Then she flies away.
- What does little baby say,
- In her bed at peep of day?
- Baby says, like little birdie,
- "Let me rise and fly away."
- Baby, sleep a little longer,
- Till the little limbs are stronger.
- If she sleeps a little longer,
- Baby, too, shall fly away.
- ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
- * * * * *
- GOOD NIGHT
- Little baby, lay your head
- On your pretty cradle-bed;
- Shut your eye-peeps, now the day
- And the light are gone away;
- All the clothes are tucked in tight;
- Little baby dear, good night.
- Yes, my darling, well I know
- How the bitter wind doth blow;
- And the winter's snow and rain
- Patter on the window-pane:
- But they cannot come in here,
- To my little baby dear;
- For the window shutteth fast,
- Till the stormy night is past;
- And the curtains warm are spread
- Round about her cradle-bed:
- So till morning shineth bright,
- Little baby dear, good night.
- JANE TAYLOR
- * * * * *
- SWEET AND LOW
- Sweet and low, sweet and low,
- Wind of the western sea,
- Low, low, breathe and blow,
- Wind of the western sea!
- Over the rolling waters go,
- Come from the dying moon, and blow,
- Blow him again to me:
- While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
- Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
- Father will come to thee soon;
- Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
- Father will come to thee soon;
- Father will come to his babe in the nest,
- Silver sails all out of the west
- Under the silver moon:
- Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
- ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON
- * * * * *
- BABY-LAND
- Which is the way to Baby-Land?
- Any one can tell;
- Up one flight,
- To your right;
- Please to ring the bell.
- What can you see in Baby-Land?
- Little folks in white,
- Downy heads,
- Cradle-beds,
- Faces pure and bright.
- What do they do in Baby-Land?
- Dream and wake and play,
- Laugh and crow,
- Shout and grow,
- Jolly times have they.
- What do they say in Baby-Land?
- Why, the oddest things;
- Might as well
- Try to tell
- What a birdie sings.
- Who is the Queen of Baby-Land?
- Mother kind and sweet;
- And her love,
- Born above,
- Guides the little feet.
- GEORGE COOPER
- * * * * *
- Old Mother Hubbard, she went to the cupboard,
- To get her poor dog a bone.
- 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,
- But when she came back the poor dog was dead.
- She went to the undertaker's to buy him a coffin,
- And when she came back the dog was laughing.
- She went to the draper's to buy him some linen,
- And when she came back the good dog was spinning.
- She went to the hosier's to buy him some hose,
- And 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."
- She went to the hatter's to buy him a hat,
- And when she came back he was feeding the cat.
- She went to the tailor's to buy him a coat,
- And when she came back he was riding the goat.
- She went to the barber's to buy him a wig,
- And when she came back he was dancing a jig.
- She went to the butcher's to get him some tripe,
- And when she came back he was smoking a pipe.
- She went to the fish-shop to buy him some fish,
- And when she came back he was washing the dish.
- She went to the tavern for white wine and red,
- And when she came back the dog stood on his head.
- * * * * *
- As I was going to St. Ives
- I met a man with seven wives;
- Every wife had seven sacks,
- Every sack had seven cats,
- Every cat had seven kits.
- Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
- How many were going to St. Ives?
- * * * * *
- POLLY
- Brown eyes, straight nose;
- Dirt pies, rumpled clothes.
- Torn books, spoilt toys:
- Arch looks, unlike a boy's;
- Little rages, obvious arts;
- (Three her age is), cakes, tarts;
- Falling down off chairs;
- Breaking crown down stairs;
- Catching flies on the pane;
- Deep sighs--cause not plain;
- Bribing you with kisses
- For a few farthing blisses.
- Wide-a-wake; as you hear,
- "Mercy's sake, quiet, dear!"
- New shoes, new frock;
- Vague views of what's o'clock
- When it's time to go to bed,
- And scorn sublime for what is said
- Folded hands, saying prayers,
- Understands not nor cares--
- Thinks it odd, smiles away;
- Yet may God hear her pray!
- Bed gown white, kiss Dolly;
- Good night!--that's Polly,
- Fast asleep, as you see,
- Heaven keep my girl for me!
- WILLIAM BRIGHTY RANDS
- * * * * *
- CRADLE HYMN
- Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber;
- Holy angels guard thy bed;
- Heavenly blessings without number
- Gently falling on thy head.
- Sleep, my babe, thy food and raiment,
- House and home, thy friends provide;
- All without thy care, or payment,
- All thy wants are well supplied.
- How much better thou'rt attended
- Than the Son of God could be,
- When from heaven He descended,
- And became a child like thee!
- Soft and easy is thy cradle;
- Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay,
- When His birthplace was a stable,
- And His softest bed was hay.
- See the kindly shepherds round him,
- Telling wonders from the sky!
- When they sought Him, there they found Him,
- With his Virgin-Mother by.
- See the lovely babe a-dressing;
- Lovely infant, how He smiled!
- When He wept, the mother's blessing
- Soothed and hushed the holy child.
- Lo, He slumbers in His manger,
- Where the honest oxen fed;
- --Peace, my darling! here's no danger!
- Here's no ox a-near thy bed!
- Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
- Trust and love Him all thy days;
- Then go dwell forever near Him,
- See His face, and sing His praise!
- I could give thee thousand kisses,
- Hoping what I most desire;
- Not a mother's fondest wishes
- Can to greater joys aspire.
- ISAAC WATTS
- * * * * *
- I LIKE LITTLE PUSSY
- I like little Pussy,
- Her coat is so warm;
- And if I don't hurt her
- She'll do me no harm.
- So I'll not pull her tail,
- Nor drive her away,
- But Pussy and I
- Very gently will play;
- She shall sit by my side,
- And I'll give her some food;
- And she'll love me because
- I am gentle and good.
- I'll pat little Pussy,
- And then she will purr,
- And thus show her thanks
- For my kindness to her;
- I'll not pinch her ears,
- Nor tread on her paw,
- Lest I should provoke her
- To use her sharp claw;
- I never will vex her,
- Nor make her displeased,
- For Pussy can't bear
- To be worried or teased.
- JANE TAYLOR
- * * * * *
- THE GRAVEL PATH
- Baby mustn't frown,
- When she tumbles down;
- If the wind should change--Ah me,
- What a face her face would be!
- Rub away the dirt,
- Say she wasn't hurt;
- What a world 'twould be--O my,
- If all who fell began to cry!
- LAURENCE ALMA TADEMA
- * * * * *
- Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
- Up went pussy-cat, and down went he;
- Down came pussy-cat, and away Robin ran;
- Said little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can."
- Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
- Pussy-cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall;
- Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
- Pussy-cat said naught but "Mew," and Robin flew away.
- * * * * *
- SLEEP, MY TREASURE
- Sleep, sleep, my treasure,
- The long day's pleasure
- Has tired the birds, to their nests they creep;
- The garden still is
- Alight with lilies,
- But all the daisies are fast asleep.
- Sleep, sleep, my darling,
- Dawn wakes the starling,
- The sparrow stirs when he sees day break;
- But all the meadow
- Is wrapped in shadow,
- And you must sleep till the daisies wake!
- E. NESBIT
- * * * * *
- LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF
- Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
- Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
- The woods and the glens from the tower which we see,
- They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
- Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
- It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
- Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
- Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
- Oh, hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come,
- When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
- Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
- For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
- SIR WALTER SCOTT
- * * * * *
- THE ORPHAN'S SONG
- I had a little bird,
- I took it from the nest;
- I prest it and blest it,
- And nurst it in my breast.
- I set it on the ground,
- Danced round and round,
- And sang about it so cheerly,
- With "Hey, my little bird,
- And ho! my little bird,
- And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
- I make a little feast
- Of food soft and sweet,
- I hold it in my breast,
- And coax it to eat;
- I pit, and I pat,
- I call this and that,
- And I sing about so cheerly,
- With "Hey, my little bird,
- And ho! my little bird,
- And oh! but I love thee dearly!"
- SYDNEY DOBELL
- * * * * *
- THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF COCK ROBIN
- Who killed Cock Robin?
- "I," said the Sparrow,
- "With my bow and arrow,
- I killed Cock Robin."
- Who saw him die?
- "I," said the Fly,
- "With my little eye,
- I saw him die."
- Who caught his blood?
- "I," said the Fish,
- "With my little dish,
- I caught his blood."
- Who'll make his shroud?
- "I," said the Beetle,
- "With my thread and needle,
- I'll make his shroud."
- Who'll bear the torch?
- "I," said the Linnet,
- "I'll come in a minute,
- I'll bear the torch."
- Who'll be the clerk?
- "I," said the Lark,
- "I'll say Amen in the dark;
- I'll be the clerk."
- Who'll dig his grave?
- "I," said the Owl,
- "With my spade and trowel,
- I'll dig his grave."
- Who'll be the parson?
- "I," said the Rook,
- "With my little book,
- I'll be the parson."
- Who'll be chief mourner?
- "I," said the Dove,
- "I mourn for my love;
- I'll be chief mourner."
- Who'll sing his dirge?
- "I," said the Thrush,
- "As I sing in a bush,
- I'll sing his dirge."
- * * * * *
- DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY STARS?
- Do you know how many stars
- There are shining in the skies?
- Do you know how many clouds
- Ev'ry day go floating by?
- God in heaven has counted all,
- He would miss one should it fall.
- Do you know how many children
- Go to little beds at night,
- And without a care or sorrow,
- Wake up in the morning light?
- God in heaven each name can tell,
- Loves you, too, and loves you well.
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- WHERE DO ALL THE DAISIES GO?
- Where do all the daisies go?
- I know, I know!
- Underneath the snow they creep,
- Nod their little heads and sleep,
- In the springtime out they peep;
- That is where they go!
- Where do all the birdies go?
- I know, I know!
- Far away from winter snow
- To the fair, warm South they go;
- There they stay till daisies blow,
- That is where they go!
- Where do all the babies go?
- I know, I know!
- In the glancing firelight warm,
- Safely sheltered from all harm,
- Soft they lie on mother's arm,
- That is where they go!
- UNKNOWN
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- Cock crows in the morn,
- To tell us to rise,
- And he who lies late
- Will never be wise.
- For early to bed,
- And early to rise,
- Is the way to be healthy
- And wealthy and wise.
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- THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
- This is the house that Jack built.
- This is the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the rat
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the cow with the crumpled horn
- That tossed the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the maiden all forlorn,
- That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
- That tossed the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the man all tattered and torn,
- That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
- That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
- That tossed the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
- That married the man all tattered and torn,
- That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
- That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
- That tossed the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
- That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
- That married the man all tattered and torn,
- That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
- That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
- That tossed the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
- This is the farmer sowing his corn,
- That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
- That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
- That married the man all tattered and torn,
- That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
- That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
- That tossed the dog,
- That worried the cat,
- That killed the rat,
- That ate the malt
- That lay in the house that Jack built.
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