As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
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Daffy Down Dilly Has come to town In a yellow petticoat And a green gown.
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Gray goose and gander, Waft your wings together, And carry the good king's daughter Over the one-strand river.
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The hart, he loves the high wood; The hare, she loves the hill; The knight, he loves his bright sword; The lady loves her will.
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How many miles to Babylon? Three score and ten. Can I get there by candlelight? Aye, and back again. If your feet are nimble and light, You'll get there by candlelight.
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I don't want to go to Mexico No more, more, more. There's a big fat policeman At my door, door, door. He grabbed me by the collar, He made me pay a dollar, I don't want to go to Mexico No more, more, more.
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If all the world were paper, And all the sea were ink, If all the trees Were bread and cheese, What should we have to drink?
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London Bridge is falling down, Falling down, falling down. London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady. Take a key and lock her up, Lock her up, Lock her up. Take a key and lock her up, My fair lady. How will we build it up, Build it up, Build it up? How will we build it up, My fair lady? Build it up with silver and gold, Silver and gold, silver and gold. Build it up with silver and gold, My fair lady. Gold and silver I have none, I have none, I have none. Gold and silver I
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A man in the wilderness Asked this of me, "How many strawberries Grow in the sea?" I answered him As I thought good, "As many red herrings As swim in the wood."
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As I went over Lincoln Bridge I met Mister Rusticap; Pins and needles on his back, A-going to Thorney Fair.
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Down at the station, Early in the morning, See the little puffer-billies All in a row. See the engine driver Pull his little lever -- Puff, puff, peep, peep, Off we go!
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From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is fifteen miles, From Wobbleton to Wibbleton is fifteen miles. From Wibbleton to Wobbleton, From Wobbleton to Wibbleton, From Wibbleton to Wobbleton is fifteen miles.
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My Bonnie lies over the ocean, My Bonnie lies over the sea. My Bonnie lies over the ocean, Please bring back my Bonnie to me. Bring back, Bring back, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me. Bring back, Bring back, Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me.
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Mother Goose had a house, 'Twas built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood. She had a son, Jack, A plain-looking lad, He was not very good, Nor yet very bad. She sent him to market, A live goose he bought; See, Mother, says he, I have not been for nought. Jack's goose and her gander Grew very fond; They'd both eat together, Or swim in the pond. Jack found one fine morning, As I have been told, His goose had laid him An egg of pure gold. Jack ran to his mother The news
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Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. And on his farm he had a cow, E-I-E-I-O. With a moo, moo here and a moo, moo there, Here a moo, there a moo, Everywhere a moo-moo, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O And on his farm he had a pig, E-I-E-I-O With an oink, oink here and an oink, oink there Here an oink, there an oink, Everywhere an oink-oink; With a moo-moo here and a moo-moo there, Here a moo, there a moo, Everywhere a moo-moo, Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O. Old MacDonald had
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Over the river and through the woods To Grandmother's house we go. The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow, O! Over the river and through the woods Oh, how the wind does blow. It stings the nose And bites the toes As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the woods Trot fast my dapple gray. Spring over the ground Like a hunting hound On this Thanksgiving Day, Hey! Over the river and through the woods Now Grandmother's face I spy. Hurrah for the fun, Is the pudding done?
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UK Version: Ring a-round the roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down! The American version is: Ring a-round the roses, A pocket full of posies, Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!
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See, saw, sacradown What is the way to London town? One foot up, the other foot down, That is the way to London town.
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She'll be comin' round the mountain When she comes, (When she comes). She'll be comin' round the mountain When she comes, (When she comes). She'll be comin' round the mountain, She'll be comin' round the mountain, She'll be comin' round the mountain, When she comes, (When she comes). She'll be drivin' six white horses When she comes, (When she comes). She'll be drivin' six white horses When she comes, (When she comes). She'll be drivin' six white horses, She'll be drivin' six white horses, She'll be drivin' six white horses, When she comes, (When she comes). Oh, we'll all go
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Up the wooden hill to Blanket Fair, What shall we have when we get there? A bucket full of water, And a pennyworth of hay, Gee up, Dobbin, all the way!
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This is the house that Jack built. This is the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built. This is the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That
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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig, Home again, home again, jiggety jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog. To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done.
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Trot, trot, to Boston; Trot, trot, to Lynn; Trot, trot, to Salem; Home, home again.
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At the siege of Belleisle I was there all the while, All the while, all the while, At the siege of Belleisle.
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If all the seas were one sea, What a great sea that would be! And if all the trees were one tree, What a great tree that would be! And if all the axes were one axe, What a great axe that would be! And if all the men were one man, What a great man he would be! And if the great man took the great axe, And cut down the great tree, And let it fall into the great sea, What a splish splash that would be!
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There was an old man of Tobago Who lived on rice, gruel, and sago, Till much to his bliss, His physician said this: "To a leg, sir, of mutton, you may go."
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London Bridge is broken down, Dance over my Lady Lee; London Bridge is broken down, With a gay lady. How shall we build it up again? Dance over my Lady Lee; How shall we build it up again? With a gay lady. Build it up with silver and gold, Dance over my Lady Lee; Build it up with silver and gold, With a gay lady. Silver and gold will be stole away, Dance over my Lady Lee; Silver and gold will be stole away, With a gay lady. Build it up with iron and steel, Dance over my Lady Lee;
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There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise, He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes; But when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jumped into another bush, And scratched 'em in again.
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There was a fat man of Bombay, Who was smoking one sunshiny day; When a bird called a snipe Flew away with his pipe, Which vexed the fat man of Bombay
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A little old man of Derby, How do you think he served me? He took away my bread and cheese, And that is how he served me.
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There was an old woman in Surrey, Who was morn, noon, and night in a hurry; Called her husband a fool, Drove the children to school, The worrying old woman of Surrey.
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Hey diddle dinkety poppety pet, The merchants of London they wear scarlet, Silk in the collar and gold in the hem, So merrily march the merchant men.
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There came an old woman from France Who taught grown-up children to dance; But they were so stiff, She sent them home in a sniff, This sprightly old woman from France.
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There was an old woman of Gloucester, Whose parrot two guineas it cost her, But its tongue never ceasing, Was vastly displeasing To the talkative woman of Gloucester.
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There was an old woman of Harrow, Who visited in a wheelbarrow; And her servant before, Knocked loud at each door, To announce the old woman of Harrow.
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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!
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As I was going up Pippen Hill, Pippen Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsy. Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you; If I had half-a-crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you.
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"Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been?" "I've been to London To look at the Queen." "Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there?" "I frightened a little mouse Under the chair."
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How many miles is it to Babylon?-- Threescore miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light?-- Yes, and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You may get there by candle-light.
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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, jiggety jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog, Home again, home again, jiggety jog. To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done.
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Away to the river, away to the wood, While the grasses are green and the berries are good! Where the locusts are scraping their fiddles and bows, And the bees keep a-coming wherever one goes. Oh, it’s off to the river and off to the hills, To the land of the bloodroot and wild daffodils, With a buttercup blossom to color my chin, And a basket of burs to put sandberries in. Leroy F. Jackson
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Catch a floater, catch an eel, Catch a lazy whale, Catch an oyster by the heel And put him in a pail. There’s lots of work for Uncle Ike, Fatty Ford and me All day long and half the night At Beela by the sea.
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The wind came a-whooping, down Cranberry Hill And stole an umbrella from, Mother Medill. It picked up a paper on Patterson’s place And carried it clean to the Rockaby Race. And what was more shocking and awful than that, It blew the new feather off grandmother’s hat.
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’Most any chip Will do for a ship, If only the cargo be Golden sand From the beautiful land Of far-off Arcady. For faith will waft The tiny craft O’er Fancy’s shining sea.
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On the road to Tattletown What is this I see? A pig upon a pedestal, A cabbage up a tree, A rabbit cutting capers With a twenty dollar bill— Now if I don’t get to Tattletown Then no one ever will. Leroy F. Jackson
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See-Saw-Jack in the hedge, Which is the way to London Bridge?
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As I was going up Pippin Hill, Pippin Hill was dirty; There I met a sweet pretty lass, And she dropped me a curtsey.
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One foot up, the other foot down, That’s the way to London town.
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All aboard for Bombay, All aboard for Rome! Leave your little sisters And your loving aunts at home. Bring a bit of bailing wire, A pocketful of nails, And half a dozen wiener-wursts For every man that sails. Tell Terry Tagg, when you go by, Be sure to bring his dog. All aboard for Bombay On a floating cedar log! Leroy F. Jackson
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No one at home in the hen-house, And no one at home in the barn, Old Brindle has gone to the neighbor’s To borrow a skein of brown yarn, To borrow yarn for the darning Of socks for her wee spotted calf— The little rollicking rascal Has never enough by half. And Speckle is down by the willow Washing her chicks in the lake, While old Daddy Cockle is lying Abed with a bad toothache. Leroy F. Jackson
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A Canada goose On the South Palouse Is singing her summer song. Her words are wise, And she greets the skies With a voice like a steamer gong: “If you harbor your wealth And keep your health, You’ll always be rich and strong.” Leroy F. Jackson
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A race, a race to Moscow, Before the close of day! A race, a race to Moscow, A long, long way! First comes a butterfly a-riding on a frog, Next comes a water rat a-floating on a log; A caterpillar on the fence, a hopper in the hay— Who’ll get to Moscow before the close of day? Leroy F. Jackson
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Hitch up your cattle And drive to Seattle To see all the boats come in,— From Kibi and Kobi And Panama Dobi And some from the Islands of Myn. They’re bringing us rices And cocoa and spices And pineapples done up in tin, And maybe Aunt Dinah Will come back from China If ever the boats get in. Leroy F. Jackson
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Did you ever go to the watering trough And watch the sparrows drink? Did you ever go to Potter’s pond And see the divers sink? Did you ever steal to the barn at night And watch the hoot-owls think? Leroy F. Jackson
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Twenty thieves from Albion, All with butcher knives, Coming on the dead run, Fighting for their lives. See the man from our town. In a fancy vest, Knocking all the big ones down, Chasing all the rest. Leroy F. Jackson
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As I came out of Grundy Greet Four cats were marching down the street One was long and gray and thin With lots of whiskers on his chin, And one was round and sleek and fat (He must have been a butcher’s cat). One was dapper, slight, and frail, With bells and tassels on his tail, And one had starey yellow eyes Almost as big as pumpkin pies. These four came marching down the street As I came out of Grundy Greet. Leroy F. Jackson
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There was a Young Person of Smyrna, Whose Grandmother threatened to burn her; But she seized on the Cat, and said, "Granny, burn that! You incongruous Old Woman of Smyrna!" Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of the Isles, Whose face was pervaded with smiles; He sang "High dum diddle," and played on the fiddle, That amiable Man of the Isles. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of Whitehaven, Who danced a quadrille with a Raven; But they said, "It's absurd to encourage this bird!" So they smashed that Old Man of Whitehaven. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of the West, Who wore a pale plum-colored vest; When they said, "Does it fit?" he replied, "Not a bit!" That uneasy Old Man of the West. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of Marseilles, Whose daughters wore bottle-green veils: They caught several Fish, which they put in a dish, And sent to their Pa at Marseilles. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Person of Chester, Whom several small children did pester; They threw some large stones, which broke most of his bones, And displeased that Old Person of Chester. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of the Cape, Who possessed a large Barbary Ape; Till the Ape, one dark night, set the house all alight, Which burned that Old Man of the Cape. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Person of Troy, Whose drink was warm brandy and soy, Which he took with a spoon, by the light of the moon, In sight of the city of Troy. Edward Lear
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There was a Young Lady of Dorking, Who bought a large bonnet for walking; But its color and size so bedazzled her eyes, That she very soon went back to Dorking. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of Cape Horn, Who wished he had never been born; So he sat on a Chair till he died of despair, That dolorous Man of Cape Horn. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of th' Abruzzi, So blind that he couldn't his foot see; When they said, "That's your toe," he replied, "Is it so?" That doubtful Old Man of th' Abruzzi. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of the Hague, Whose ideas were excessively vague; He built a balloon to examine the moon, That deluded Old Man of the Hague. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of the Dee, Who was sadly annoyed by a Flea; When he said, "I will scratch it!" they gave him a hatchet, Which grieved that Old Man of the Dee. Edward Lear
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There was an Old Man of Dundee, Who frequented the top of a tree; When disturbed by the Crows, he abruptly arose, And exclaimed, "I'll return to Dundee!" Edward Lear
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I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all. Ogden Nash
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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the sweet earth's flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, But only God can make a tree. Alfred Joyce Killmer
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When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. Robert Louis Stevenson
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Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat, Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat, To Providence, or Babylon or off to Malabar? Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea-- Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar! Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, The wicket
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