's a nobleman, mother's a queen;
And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

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There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon:
And where she was going, I couldn't but ask her,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,
"Whither, O whither, O whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs off the sky!"
"Shall I go with you?" "Aye, by-and-by."

Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end of
Solomon Grundy.

Hot cross buns,
Hot cross buns,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.
If your daughters
Don't like 'em,
Give them to your sons,
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns.

Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses, and all the king's men,
Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.
[An Egg]

My little old man and I fell out,
I'll tell you what 'twas all about;
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun.

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Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men's ditches.

The winds they did blow,
The leaves they did wag;
Along came a beggar boy,
And put me in his bag--

[Illustration]

He took me up to London,
A lady did me buy--
Put me in a silver cage
And hung me up on high--

With apples by the fire,
And nuts for to crack,
Besides a little feather-bed,
To rest my little back.

There was a little green house,
And in the little green house
There was a little brown house,
And in the little brown house
There was a little yellow house,
And in the little yellow house
There was a little white house,
And in the little white house
There was a little heart.
[A Walnut]

Cry, baby, cry,
Put your finger in your eye,
And tell your mother it wasn't I.

Willy boy, Willy boy,
Where are you going?
I will go with you, if I may.
I am going to the meadows,
To see them mowing,
I am going to see them make hay.

A hill full--a hole full,
Yet you cannot catch a bowl full