bonnet,
  And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
  To tie up his bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Johnny,
  And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny,
  As well as another body?

And here's a leg for a stocking,
  And here's a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for daddy,
  And two for his mammy also.

And why may not I love Johnny?
    And why, &c. &c.

Who comes here? A Grenadier.
What do you want? A pot of beer.
Where's your money? I forgot.
Get you gone, you drunken sot.

Smiling girls, rosy boys,
Come and buy my little toys,
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses tinted red.

There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do.
She gave them some broth without any bread,
She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed.

Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing?
How many holes in a skimmer?
Four and twenty. I'm half starving!
Mother, pray give me some dinner.

Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub,
  And who do you think was there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker,
  And all of them gone to the fair.

TO BE SUNG IN A HIGH WIND.

Arthur O'Bower has broken his band,
And he comes roaring up the land,
King of Scots with all his power
Never can turn Sir Arthur O'Bower.

Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down tumble cradle and baby and all.

  Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town,
With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown,
And her white blossoms are peeping around.

There was an old woman, and what do you think?
She liv'd upon nothing—but victuals and drink:
Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
And yet this old lady scarce ever was quiet.

The rose is red, the violet is blue,
The gillyflower sweet—and so are you.
These are the words you have me say
For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.

    Great A, little a, bouncing B,
The Cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see.

The little black dog ran round the house,
  And set the bull a roaring,
And drove the monkey in the boat,
  Who set the oar a rowing,
And scared the cock upon the rock,
  Who cracked his throat with crowing.

Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse!
Oh, what a dear little bright Mouse!
   With his eyes of pink,
   Going winky-wink,
Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse.

  My little Pink,
  I suppose you think,
I cannot do without you,
  I'll let you know
  Before I go,
How little I care about you.

Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in our town shall have a bit.

Saturday night shall be my whole care
To powder my locks and curl my hair;
On Sunday morning my love will come in
And marry me then with a pretty gold ring.

        Dear Sensibility, O la!
    I heard a little lamb cry, baa!
Says I, "So you have lost mamma?"
                               "Ah!"

        The little lamb, as I said so,
    Frisking about the fields did go,
And, frisking, trod upon my toe.
                               "Oh!"

Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot nine days old.
  Can you spell that with four letters?
  Yes, I can—T H A T.

There was a man in our town
  And he was wond'rous wise,
He jump'd into a bramble-bush,
  And scratch'd out both his eyes;
And when he saw his eyes were out,
  With all his might and main
He jump'd into another bush,
  And scratch'd them in again.

As I was going to sell my eggs,
I met a thief with bandy legs,
Bandy legs and crooked toes,
I tript up his heels, and he fell on his nose.

  Old mistress McShuttle
  Lived in a coal-scuttle,
Along with her dog and her cat;
  What they ate I can't tell,
  But 'tis known very well,
That none of the party were fat.

Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock,
      I've laid an egg,
      Am I to gang ba-are-foot?
Cock. Hen, hen, hen, hen,
      I've been up and down,
      To every shop in town,
      And cannot find a shoe
      To fit your foot,
      If I'd crow my heart out.

[To be said very quickly, except the last two words in each verse, which are to be "screamed" out.]

  Pussy sits behind the log,
  How can she be fair?
Then comes in the little dog,
  Pussy, are you there?
So, so, dear mistress Pussy,
  Pray tell me how you do?
  I thank you, little dog,
  I'm very well just now.

How many days has my baby to play?
  Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
  Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
  Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

Pat a cake, pat a cake,
    Baker's man!
So I do, master, as fast as I can.
    Pat it, and prick it,
And mark it with T,
    And then it will serve
For Tommy and me.

There was a man and he had naught,
  And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney top,
  And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on t'other side,
  And then they could not find him:
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
  And never look'd behind him.

Ding—dong—bell, the cat's in the well,
  Who put her in? little Johnny Green.
  Who pulled her out? great Johnny Stout.
    What a naughty boy was that,
    To drown poor pussy cat;
  Who never did him any harm,
  And killed the mice in his father's barn.

    Lazy Tom with jacket blue,
    Stole his father's gouty shoe.
The worst of harm that dad can wish him,
Is his gouty shoe may fit him.

          Bonny lass! bonny lass!
            Will you be mine?
          You shall neither wash dishes
            Nor serve the wine,
    But sit on a cushion and sew up a seam,
And