* * * * * To market, to market, to buy a penny bun, Home again, home again, market is done. [Illustration] The man in the wilderness, Asked me, How many strawberries Grew in the sea? I answered him as I thought good, As many red herrings As grew in the wood. * * * * * [Illustration] Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a tree, Up went the Pussy-Cat, And down went he; Down came Pussy-Cat, Away Robin ran, Says little Robin Redbreast-- Catch me if you can. Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade, Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid. Little Robin chirped and sung, and what did pussy say? Pussy-Cat said Mew, mew mew,--and Robin flew away. [Illustration] Sing a song of sixpence, a bag full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie: When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing; And wasn't this a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in the parlour, counting out his money; The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes, There came a little blackbird and nipt off her nose. [Illustration] Lady-bird, Lady-bird, Fly away home, Your house is on fire, Your children will burn. * * * * * One, Two -- buckle my shoe; Three, Four -- open the door; Five, Six -- pick up sticks; Seven, Eight -- lay them straight; Nine, Ten -- a good fat hen; Eleven, Twelve -- I hope you're well. Thirteen, Fourteen -- draw the curtain; Fifteen, Sixteen -- the maid's in the kitchen; Seventeen, Eighteen -- she's in waiting. Nineteen, Twenty -- my stomach's empty. * * * * * [Illustration] Snail, Snail, Come out of your hole, Or else I'll beat you black as a coal. Snail, Snail, Put out your head, Or else I'll beat you till you're dead. [Illustration] The man in the moon came down too soon To inquire the way to Norridge; The man in the south, he burnt his mouth With eating cold plum porridge. [Illustration] When I was a little boy, I lived by myself, And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf; The rats and the mice, they made such a strife, I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife. The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow. I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow; The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall, And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all. * * * * * Charley Wag, Ate the pudding and left the bag. [Illustration] Sing, Sing! ---- What shall I sing? The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String. * * * * * When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes, Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.