Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do? The fair maid who, the first of May The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain The greedy man is he who sits The hart he love's the high wood The King of France went up the hill The little robin grieves The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown The Man in the Moon came tumbling down The Man in the Moon looked out of the moon The man in the wilderness The north wind doth blow The Queen of Hearts There came an old woman from France There dwelt an old woman at Exeter There's a neat little clock There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile There was a fat man of Bombay There was a little boy and a little girl There was a little girl who had a little curl There was a little man There was a little man, and he had a little gun There was a little woman, as I've been told There was a man and he had naught There was a man in our town There was an old man There was an old man of Tobago There was an old woman There was an old woman, and what do you think? There was an old woman, as I've heard tell There was an old woman had three sons There was an old woman in Surrey There was an old woman of Gloucester There was an old woman of Harrow There was an old woman of Leeds There was an old woman sat spinning There was an old woman tossed in a basket There was an old woman who lived in a shoe There was a piper had a cow There were once two cats of Kilkenny There were two birds sat on a stone The two gray kits Thirty days hath September Thirty white horses upon a red hill This is the house that Jack built This is the way the ladies ride This little pig went to market Three blind mice! See how they run! Three children sliding on the ice Three straws on a staff Three wise men of Gotham "To bed! To bed" To make your candles last for aye To market, to market, to buy a fat pig Tommy's tears and Mary's fears Tom, Tom, the piper's son Trip upon trenchers 'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee Twelve pairs hanging high Up at Piccadilly, oh! Wee Willie Winkle runs through the town What are little boys made of, made of? "What is the news of the day" What is the rhyme for porringer? When I was a bachelor When I was a little girl, about seven years old When little Fred went to bed "Where are you going, my pretty maid?" "Whistle, daughter, whistle" Who killed Cock Robin? "Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?" Willy, Willy Wilkin Young Roger came tapping at Dolly's window "You owe me five shillings" You shall have an apple THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE LITTLE BO-PEEP Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For still they all were fleeting.