o Market
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, joggety-jog.
Baby Riding
Ride baby, ride, pretty baby shall ride,
And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side.
And a little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride to see her grand-mother,
To see her grandmother.
Ride a Cock-Horse
Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross,
To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
And a two-penny apple pie.
Ride a cock-horse to banbury-cross,
To see a young lady on a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.
Baby Riding
This is the way the ladies ride;
Tre, tre, tree,
This is the way the ladies ride;
Tre, tre, tree.
This is the way the gentlemen ride;
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the gentlemen ride;
Gallop-a-gallop-a-trot!
This is the way the farmers ride;
Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
This is the way the farmers ride;
Hobbledy-hobbledy-hoy!
Clap Hands
Clap hands, clap hands,
Till father comes home;
For father's got money,
But mother's got none.
When Dad Comes Home
You shall have an apple,
You shall have a plum,
You shall have a rattle,
When your dad comes home.
Pat-A-Cake
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I will, 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.
Come, Butter, Come
Churn, butter, churn! come, butter, come!
Peter stands at the gate,
Waiting for a butter cake;
Come, butter, come!
Baby Crying
When Jacky's a very good boy,
He shall have cakes and a custard;
But when he does nothing but cry,
He shall have nothing but mustard.
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Hickup, go away.
Hickup, hickup, go away!
Come again another day:
Hickup, hickup, when I bake,
I'll give to you a butter-cake.
Dance, Baby.
Dance, little baby, dance up high,
Never mind, baby, mother is nigh;
Crow and caper, caper and crow--
There, little baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Dance, little baby, and mother will sing!
Merrily, merrily, ding, dong, ding!
Dance, Littl
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