Fal la, la la lal de.
He flew away, and then there was none,
Fal la, la la lal de.

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 and love her, says this pig.

[* * * This is said to each finger.

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow,
Bleak in the morning early;
All the hills are cover'd with snow,
And winter's now come fairly.

Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
When a man marries
His trouble begins.

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Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe;
Master's broke his fiddling stick,
And don't know what to do.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on;
One shoe off, the other shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

Dingty, diddledy, my mammy's maid,
She stole oranges, I am afraid.
Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges, I do believe.

There was a man of our town,
And he was wondrous wise:
He jump'd into a bramble-bush,
And scratch'd out both his eyes;
And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump'd into another bush,
And scratch'd them in again.

Sing! sing! what shall I sing?
The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.

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Snail! snail! come out of your hole,
Or else I'll beat you as black as a coal.

Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,
One named Jack, the other named Gill;
Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;
Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.

If all the world was apple-pie,
And all the sea was ink,
And all the trees were bread and cheese,
What should we have for drink?
It's enough to make an old man
Scratch his head and think.

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There was an old man,
And he had a calf;
And that's half:
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall;
And that's all.

Mary, Mary,
Quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells,
And cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all of a row.

We're all dry with drinking on't,
We're all dry with drinking on't;
The piper kiss'd the fiddler's wife,
And I can't sleep for thinking on't.

I had a little wife, the prettiest ever