"If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I've gone mad; For many a joyous day My fiddle and I have had." BUTTONS Buttons, a farthing a pair! Come, who will buy them of me? They're round and sound and pretty, And fit for girls of the city. Come, who will buy them of me? Buttons, a farthing a pair! HOT BOILED BEANS Ladies and gentlemen come to supper-- Hot boiled beans and very good butter. LITTLE PUSSY I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm; So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But Pussy and I Very gently will play. SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie! When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king? The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; When down came a blackbird And snapped off her nose. TOMMY TITTLEMOUSE Little Tommy Tittlemouse Lived in a little house; He caught fishes In other men's ditches. THE DERBY RAM As I was going to Derby all on a market-day, I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay; Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay; I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay. This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more; No more, no more, no more; This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more. The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high, As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. The sky, the sky, the sky; As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky. The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell; And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell; The bell, the bell, the bell; And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell. THE HOBBY-HORSE I had a little hobby-horse, And it was dapple gray; Its head was made of pea-straw, Its tail was made of hay. I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without another coat. THE MULBERRY BUSH Here we go round the mulberry bush, The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, Here we go round the mulberry bush. On a cold and frosty morning. This is the way we wash our hands, Wash our hands, wash our hands, This is the way we wash our hands, On a cold and frosty morning. This is the way we wash our clothes. Wash our clothes, wash our clothes, This is the way we wash our clothes, On a cold and frosty morning. This is the way we go to school, Go to school, go to school, This is the way we go to school, On a cold and frosty morning. This is the way we come out of school, Come out of school, come out of school, This is the way we come out of school, On a cold and frosty morning. YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL