Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

ROSEMARY green,
And lavender blue,
Thyme and sweet marjoram,
Hyssop and rue.

BRAVE news is come to town;
Brave news is carried;
Brave news is come to town
Jemmy Dawson’s married.

SYLVIA, sweet as morning air,
Do not drive me to despair: 
Long have I sighed in vain,
Now I am come again: 
Will you be mine or no, no-a-no, ­
Will you be mine or no?

Simon, pray leave off your suit,
For of your courting you’ll reap no fruit. 
I would rather give a crown
Than be married to a clown;
Go for a booby, go, no-a-no, ­
Go, for a booby, go.

THERE was a little boy and a little girl
Lived in an alley;
Says the little boy to the little girl,
“Shall I, oh! shall I?”

Says the little girl to the little boy,
“What shall we do?”
Says the little boy to the little girl,
“I will kiss you.”

WHEN I was a bachelor I lived by myself,
And all the meat I got I put upon a shelf;
The rats and the mice did lead me such a life
That I went to London to get myself a wife.

The streets were so broad and the lanes were so narrow,
I could not get my wife home without a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall,
Down tumbled wheelbarrow, little wife, and all.

BLUE eye beauty,
Grey eye greedy,
Black eye blackie,
Brown eye brownie.

AS Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
“To-morrow will be Monday.”

OH, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury,
To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry,
If you will but walk abroad with me,
If you will but walk with me.

Sir, I’ll not accept of the keys of Canterbury,
To set all the bells ringing when we shall be merry;
Neither will I walk abroad with thee,
Neither will I talk with thee!

          Oh, madam, I will give you a fine carved comb,
          To comb out your ringlets when I am from home,
          If you will but walk with me, &c. 
          Sir, I’ll not accept, &c.

          Oh, madam, I will give you a pair of shoes of cork,
          One made in London, the other made in York,
          If you will but walk with me, &c. 
          Sir, I’ll not accept, &c.

          Madam, I will give you a sweet silver bell,
          To ring up your maidens when you are not well,
          If you will but walk with me, &c. 
          Sir, I’ll not accept, &c.

          Oh, my man John, what can the matter be? 
          I love the lady and the lady loves not me! 
          Neither will she walk abroad with me,
          Neither will she talk with me.

          Oh, master dear, do not despair,
          The lady she shall be, shall be your only dear;
          And she will walk and talk with thee,
          And she will walk with thee!

          Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of my chest,
          To count my gold and silver when I am gone to rest,
          If you will but walk abroad with me,
          If you will but talk with me.

          Oh, sir, I will accept of the keys of your chest,
          To count your gold and silver when you are gone to rest,
          And I will walk abroad with thee,
          And I will talk with thee!

JACK in the pulpit, out and in,
Sold his wife for a minikin pin.

JACK SPRAT could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean: 

And so, betwixt them both, you see,
They lick’d the platter clean.

BESSY BELL and Mary Gray,
They were two bonny lasses;
They built their house upon the lea,
And covered it with rashes.

Bessy kept the garden gate,
And Mary kept the pantry;
Bessy always had to wait,
While Mary lived in plenty.

THERE was a little man,
And he woo’d a little maid,
And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? 
I have little more to say,
Than will you, yea or nay,
For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”

The little maid replied,
Some say a little sighed,
“But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat? 
Will the love that you’re so rich in
Make a fire in the kitchen? 
Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?”

UP hill and down dale,
Butter is made in every vale,
And if that Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.

AS I was going up Pippen-hill,
Pippen-hill was dirty
There I met a pretty miss,
And she dropt me a curtsey.

LITTLE miss, pretty miss,
Blessings light upon you! 
If I had half-a-crown a day
I’d spend it all on you.

HERE comes a lusty wooer,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Here comes a lusty wooer,
Lily bright and shine a’.

“Pray, who do you woo,
My a dildin, my a daldin? 
Pray, who do you woo,
Lily bright and shine a’?”

“For your fairest daughter,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
For your fairest daughter,
Lily bright and shine a’.”

“Then there she is for you,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Then there she is for you,
Lily bright and shine a’.”

MASTER I have, and I am his man,
Gallop a dreary dun;
Master I have, and I am his man,
And I’ll get a wife as fast as I can;
With a heighly gaily gamberally,
Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun.

I HAD a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bid him drum.

I bought a little horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.

I gave him some garters
To garter up his hose,
And a little handkerchief
To wipe his pretty nose.

DID you see my wife, did you see, did you see,
Did you see my wife looking for me? 
She wears a straw bonnet, with white ribbands on it,
And dimity petticoats over her knee.

I DOUBT, I doubt, my fire is out;
My little wife isn’t at home;
I’ll saddle my dog, and I’ll bridle my cat,
And I’ll go fetch my little wife home.

LOVE your own, kiss your own,
Love your own mother, hinny,
For if she was dead and gone,
You’d ne’er get such another, hinny.

CURLY locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine? 
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine,
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!

GEORGEY PORGEY, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry;
When the girls come out to play,
Georgey Porgey runs away.

THERE was a lady loved a swine: 
“Honey,” quoth she,
“Pig-hog, wilt thou be mine?”
“Grunt,” quoth he.

“I’ll build thee a silver stye,
Honey,” quoth she;
“And in it thou shall lie;”
“Grunt,” quoth he.

“Pinned with a silver pin,
Honey,” quoth she,
“That you may go out and in;”
“Grunt,” quoth he.

“Wilt thou now have me,
Honey,” quoth she;
“Grunt, grunt, grunt,” quoth he,
And went his way.

“WHERE have you been all the day,
My boy Willy?”
“I’ve been all the day
Courting of a lady gay: 
But, oh! she’s too young
To be taken from her mammy.”

“What work can she do,
My boy Willy? 
Can she bake and can she brew,
My boy Willy?”
“She can brew and she can bake,
And she can make our wedding-cake: 
But, oh! she’s too young
To be taken from her mammy.”

“What age may she be?  What age may she be? 
My boy Willy?”
“Twice two, twice seven,
Twice ten, twice eleven: 
But, oh! she’s too young
To be taken from her mammy.”