DEEDLE, deedle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, the other shoe on,
Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

          COCK-a-doodle-doo! 
          My dame has lost her shoe;
          My master’s lost his fiddling-stick,
          And don’t know what to do.

          Cock-a-doodle-doo! 
          What is my dame to do? 
          Till master finds his fiddling-stick,
          She’ll dance without her shoe.

          Cock-a-doodle-doo! 
          My dame has lost her shoe,
          And master’s found his fiddling-stick;
          Sing doodle-doodle-doo!

          Cock-a-doodle-doo! 
          My dame will dance with you,
          While master fiddles his fiddling-stick,
          For dame and doodle-doo.

Cock-a-doodle-doo! 
Dame has lost her shoe;
Gone to bed and scratch’d her head,
And can’t tell what to do.

HEY! diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laugh’d
To see the sport,
While the dish ran after the spoon.

PUSSICAT, wussicat, with a white foot,
When is your wedding? for I’ll come to ’t. 
The beer’s to brew, the bread’s to bake,
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don’t be too late.

          DING, dong, bell,
          Pussy’s in the well! 
          Who put her in? ­
          Little Tommy Lin. 
          Who pulled her out? ­
          Dog with long snout. 
          What a naughty boy was that
          To drown poor pussy-cat,
          Who never did any harm,
          But kill’d the mice in his father’s barn.

DIDDLEDY, diddledy, dumpty;
The cat ran up the plum-tree. 
I’ll lay you a crown
I’ll fetch you down;
So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

FIDDLE-DE-DEE, fiddle-de-dee,
The fly shall marry the humble-bee. 
They went to the church, and married was she: 
The fly has married the humble-bee.

TO market, to market, to buy a fat pig;
Home again, home again, dancing a jig
Ride to the market to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

HANDY spandy, Jack-a-dandy,
Loved plum-cake and sugar-candy;
He bought some at a grocer’s shop,
And out he came, hop, hop, hop.

TWEEDLE-DUM and Tweedle-dee
Resolved to have a battle
For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew by a monstrous crow
As big as a tar-barrel,
Which frightened both the heroes so
They quite forgot their quarrel.

RUB a dub dub,
Three men in a tub: 
And who do you think they be? 
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker;
Turn ’em out, knaves all three!