s hire.

I had a little wife, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed all the dishes and kept the house clean;
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home safe in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told a fine tale.

I'll sing you a song,
It's not very long:
The woodcock and the sparrow,
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall he hanged to-morrow.

I'll tell you a story,
About Jack a Nory,
And now my story's begun;
I'll tell you another,
About Jack and his brother;
And now my story's done.

Is John Smith within?
Yes that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Ay, marry, two.
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.

I see the moon, and the moon sees me,
God bless the moon, and God bless me.

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down,
And cracked his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Jacky, come give me thy fiddle,
If ever thou mean to thrive.
Nay; I'll not give my fiddle
To any man alive.

If I should give my fiddle,
They'll think that I'm gone mad;
For many a joyful day
My fiddle and I have had.

Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean,
Now was not this a pretty trick
To make the platter clean?

Lady-Bird, Lady-Bird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.

1. Let us go to the wood, says this pig;
2. What to do there? says that pig;
3. To look for my mother, says this pig;
4. What to do with her? says that pig;
5. To kiss her to death, says this pig.

_Note._ This is said to each finger.

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
And cannot tell where to find 'em;
Let them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind 'em.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating,
When she awoke she found it a joke,
For they were still 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.

Little boy blue, come blow me your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow,