Great A, little a, bouncing B,
The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.

Handy-spandy, Jack-a-Dandy
Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy,
He bought some at a grocer's shop,
And pleas'd, away went, hop, hop, hop!

Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
Beggars are coming to town,
Some in jags, and some in rags,
And some in velvet gown.

Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy,
And here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, roundy.

Here stands a fist,
Who set it there?
A better man than you,
Touch him if you dare.

Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such craft,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

[Illustration:
HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK!
BEGGARS ARE COMING TO TOWN.]

Hey my kitten, my kitten,
And hey my kitten, my deary,
Such a sweet pet as this
Was neither far nor neary.

Hiccory, diccory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hiccory, diccory, dock.

How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday.
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
Threescore men, and threescore more,
Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.

How many miles is it to Babylon?
Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Daddy is near,
Mammy's a lady,
And that's very clear.

"Hush-a-bye, babby, lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
To get some wheat, to make some meat,
So pray, my dear babby, lie still.

"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.

I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,
I bought him a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.

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 drove him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady'