begun.
  I'll tell you another
  About her brother,
And now my story's done.

   Nose, Nose, jolly red Nose,
  And what gave you that jolly red Nose?
Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves,
  And they gave me this jolly red Nose.

  Sweep, sweep,
  Chimney sweep,
From the bottom to the top,
  Sweep all up,
  Chimney sweep,
From the bottom to the top.

Climb by rope,
  Or climb by ladder,
Without either,
  I'll climb farther.

    One misty, moisty morning,
    When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
    How do you do, and how do you do?
    And how do you do again?

  In April's sweet month,
When the leaves 'gin to spring,
  Little lambs skip like fairies
And birds build and sing.

There was an old woman tost up in a blanket,
Seventy times as high as the moon,
What she did there, I cannot tell you,
but in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I,
O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
And I shall be back again by and by.

Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare,
But let the little colt go bare.

  The North wind doth blow,
  And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?
                          Poor thing!
  He'll sit in the barn
  And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
                          Poor thing!

Cold and raw the North winds blow
  Bleak in the morning early,
All the hills are covered with snow,
  And winter's now come fairly.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
  And hey my kitten my deary,
Such a sweet pet as this
  Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,
  And here we go down, down, downy,
Here we go backward and forward,
  And here we go round, round, roundy.

Where was a jewel and pretty,
  Where was a sugar and spicey?
Hush a bye babe in the cradle,
  And we'll go abroad in a tricey.

Did his papa torment it?
  And vex his own baby will he?
Give me a hand and I'll beat him,
  With your red coral and whistle.

Here we go up, up, up,
  And here we go down, down, downy,
And here we go backward and forward,
  And here we go round, round, roundy.

  The two grey Kits,
And the grey Kits' mother,
  All went over
The bridge together.
  The bridge broke down,
    They all fell in,
  May the rats go with you,
    Says Tom Bolin.

Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
  The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags, and some in tags,
  And some in velvet gowns.

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on,
One stocking off, and one stocking on,
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

As I was going to Derby upon a market day,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay,
         On hay, on hay, on hay,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever fed on hay.

This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was not more.
         No more, no more, no more;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed he was no more.

The horns 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 grew on 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.

Hogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser;
Cows in the corn-field, run boys, run,
Cats in the cream-pot, run girls, run girls;
Fire on the mountains, run boys, run.

The Cuckoo is a bonny bird,
  She sings as she flies,
She brings us good tidings,
  And tells us no lies.

She sucks little bird's eggs
  To make her voice clear,
And never cries Cuckoo!
  Till Spring of the year.

Lavender blue, and Rosemary green,
When I am king, you shall be queen,
Call up my maids at four of the clock,
Some to the wheel, and some to the rock,
Some to make hay, and some to shell corn,
And you and I shall keep the bed warm.

The lion and the Unicorn
  Were fighting for the crown—
The lion beat the unicorn
  All about the town.
Some gave them white bread,
  And some gave them brown,
Some gave them plum-cake,
  And sent them out of town.

Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig.
It was very little, so was not very big.
As it was playing beneath the shed,
In half a minute poor Piggy was dead.
  So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried,
  And Betty Pringle she laid down and died.
There is the history of one, two and three,
Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggy Wiggie.

You owe me five shillings,
Say the bells of St. Helen's.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.

When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,
Says the great Bell of Bow.

Two sticks in an apple,
Ring the bells of Whitechapel.

Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Kettles and pans,
Say the bells of St. Giles.

Old shoes and slippers,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.

Pokers and tongs,
Say the bells of St. John's.

Once in my life I married a wife,
  And where do you think I found her?

On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen,
  And I took up a stick to pound her.

She jumped over a barberry-bush,
  And I jumped over a timber,

I showed her a gay gold ring,
  And she showed me her finger.

Ride a cock horse to Charing-Cross,
  To see a young woman
  Jump on a white horse,
With rings on her fingers
  And bells on her toes,
And she shall have music
  Wherever she goes.

Johnny shall have a new