In a cart and six horses, says Richard to Robin, In a cart and six horses, says Robin to Bobin, In a cart and six horses, says John all alone, In a cart and six horses, says every one. How shall we dress her? says Richard to Robin, How shall we dress her? says Robin to Bobin, How shall we dress her? says John all alone, How shall we dress her? says every one. We'll hire seven cooks, says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Robin to Bobin, We'll hire seven cooks, says John all alone, We'll hire seven cooks, says every one. [Illustration] There was an old woman lived under the hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies. * * * * * [Illustration] Shoe the colt, Shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, There a nail, Colt must go bare. [Illustration] There were two birds sat upon a stone, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. One flew away, and then there was one, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. The other flew after, and then there was none, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. So the poor stone was left all alone, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. One of these little birds back again flew, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. The other came after, and then there were two, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. Says one to the other, Pray how do you do, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. Very well, thank you, and pray how are you, Fal de ral -- al de ral -- laddy. [Illustration] I'll tell you a story About Mary Morey, And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another About her brother, And now my story's done. * * * * * Nose, Nose, jolly red Nose, And what gave you that jolly red Nose? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red Nose. * * * * * [Illustration] Sweep, sweep, Chimney sweep, From the bottom to the top, Sweep all up, Chimney sweep, From the bottom to the top. Climb by rope, Or climb by ladder, Without either I'll climb farther. [Illustration] One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather. He began to compliment, and I began to grin, How do you do, and how do you do? And how do you do again? * * * * * [Illustration] In April's sweet month, When the leaves 'gin to spring, Little lambs skip like fairies And birds build and sing. [Illustration]