June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hands with posies.
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly from my hand,
Tell me where my true love stands,
Uphill or downhill or by the sea sand,
Ladybird, ladybird, fly from my hand.
Fly, ladybird, fly!
North, south, east or west;
Fly to the pretty girl
That I love best.
Tickle ye, tickle ye in the hand.
If you laugh, you are a man.
If you cry, you are a baby.
If you dance, you are a lady.
Wash, hands, wash,
Daddy's gone to plough,
If you want your hands washed,
Have them washed now.
Clap hands, clap hands,
Till father comes home;
For father's got money
But mother's got none.
I'll sing you a song,
Though not very long,
Yet I think it as pretty as any,
Put your hand in your purse,
You'll never be worse,
And give the poor singer a penny.
There was an old woman of Leeds,
Who spent all her time in good deeds;
She worked for the poor
Till her fingers were sore,
This pious old woman of Leeds.
Specks on the fingers,
Specks on the thumbs,
One, two, three,
Four and five,
I caught a hare alive;
Six, seven, eight,
Nine and ten,
I let him go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
The little finger on the right.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a Corner,
Eating of Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said what a good boy was I.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daisies at our feet.
Four white feet, sell him right away;
Three white feet, keep him not a day;
Two white feet, sell him to a friend;
One white foot, keep him to the end.
See, saw, sacaradown,
Which is the way to Boston Town?
One foot up the other foot down,
That is the way to Boston Town.
Said Noble Aaron to Aaron Barron,
Oh, dear, my foot you put your chair on!
Said Aaron Barron to Noble Aaron,
O! you shall put your foot my chair on!
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously;
For nobody's toeses are posies of roses
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.
It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring;
He got into bed
And bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning.
See, see! what shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.
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.
There was a little girl, and she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
But when she was bad she was horrid.
There was a man so wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes.
And when he saw his eyes were out,
And reason to complain,
He jumped into a quickset hedge,
And scratched them in again.
A mole on your arm,
Will do you no harm.
A mole on your lip,
You're a little too flip.
A mole on the neck,
Money by the peck.
A mole on the back,
Money by the sack.
A mole on the ear,
Money by the year.
When I was a little boy,
I washed my Mother's dishes.
I put my finger in my ear
And pulled out little fishes.
My mother called me Good boy,
And bid me pull out more,
I put my finger in my ear,
And pulled out fourscore.
Hold up your head,
Turn out your toes,
Speak when you're spoken to,
Mend your clothes.
In a cottage in Fife
Lived a man and his wife,
Who, believe me, were comical folk;
For, to people's surprise,
They both saw with their eyes,
And their tongues moved whenever they spoke!
When quite fast asleep,
I've been told that to keep
Their eyes open they could not contrive;
They walked on their feet,
And 'twas thought what they eat
Helped, with drinking, to keep them alive!
What's amazing to tell!
I have heard that their smell
Chiefly lay in a thing called their nose!
And though strange are such tales,
On their fingers they'd nails,
As well as on each of their toes!
Darby and Joan were dressed in black,
Sword and buckle behind their back;
Foot for foot, and knee for knee,
Turn about Darby's company.
January brings the snow,
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
Little Nancy Etticoat
With a white petticoat,
And a red nose;
She has no feet or hands,
The longer she stands
The shorter she grows.