"The white dove sat on the castell wall, I bend my bow and shoote her I shall; I put hir in my cloue, both fethers and all; I layd my bridle on the shelfe. If you will any more sing it yourself." * * * * * "This little pig went to market, This one stayed at home, This one had a sugar-stick, This one had none, And this one cried out wee, wee, wee, I'll tell my mother when I get home." * * * * * "Little Bo Peep she lost her sheep, And could not tell where to find them; Let them alone and they'll come home, Carrying their tails behind them." * * * * * "See-saw, Margery Daw, sold her bed and lay in the straw; Was not she a dirty slut to sell her bed and lie in the dirt?" * * * * * "Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man among them dare not touch her tail; She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now." * * * * * "I had a little moppet, I put it in my pocket, And fed it on corn and hay, There came a proud beggar And swore he would wed her, and stole my little moppet away." * * * * * "Hub-a-dub dub, Three men in a tub, The butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker, They all jumped out of a rotten potato." * * * * * "Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his stockings on; One shoe off, one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John." * * * * * "Jack and Jyll went up the hill To fetch a pail of water, Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jyll came tumbling after." * * * * * "Hi diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon, The little dog laughed to see such fine sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon." * * * * * "Baa! baa! black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir; yes, sir, three bags full, One for the master, another for the maid, And one for the little child that cried in the lane." * * * * * "Here comes a poor duke out of Spain, He comes to court your daughter Jane." * * * * * "Ride to the market to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggerty-jig. Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggerty-jog." * * * * * "Cross-patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup and drink it up, And call your neighbours in." * * * * *