Early to bed, and early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy, wealthy, and wise.

For every evil under the sun
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

Great A, little A, Bouncing B,
The cat's in the cupboard.
And she can't see me.

Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
The Beggars are coming to town.
Some in rags & some in jag's
And some in velvet gowns.

I had a little pony
They called it Dapple Gray,
I lent it to a lady
To ride a mile away.
She whipped it, she slashed it,
She drove it through the mire.
I will not lend my pony more,
For all the ladies' hire.

John Smith, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse o' mine?
Yes, indeed, and that I can
As well as any man!
There's a nail upon the tae, &c
To make the powny speel the brae;
There's a nail and there's a brod
—a horse weel shod.

King o' Katchem met a king
In a narrow lane;
Says this king to that king
“Where have you been?”

Oh, I've been a hunting
With my dog & my doe
Pray lend him to me,
That I may do so.

“There's the dog, TAKE the dog.”
“What's the dog's name?”
“I've told you already.”
“Pray tell me again.”

Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home,
Your house is a-fire, your children all gone,
All but one that lies under a stone;
Fly the home, ladybird, ere it be gone!

Multiplication is vexation,
Division is twice as bad;
The Rule of Three it puzzles me
And Fractions drive me mad!

Nievie, nievie, nicknack,
Which hand will ye tak'?
Tak' the right, or tak' the wrong,
I'll beguile ye, if I can.

Oh, Mother, I'm to be married
To Mr. Punchinello,
To Mr. Pun,
To Mr. Chin,
To Mr. Nel,
To Mr. Lo,
Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo
To Mr. Punchinello.

Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,
Prick it and bake it as fast as you can.
Prick it, and bake it, and mark it with B,
And put it in the oven for baby and me.

Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day.