I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.
There was an old woman
Sold puddings and pies,
She went to the mill,
And the dust flew in her eyes.
While through the streets,
To all she meets,
She ever cries,
Hot Pies--Hot Pies.
A cow and a calf,
An ox and a half,
Forty good shillings and three.
Is not enough tocher
For a shoemaker's daughter,
A bonny sweet lass
With a coal-black ee
The little Robin grieves
When the snow is on the ground,
For the trees have no leaves,
And no berries can be found.
The air is cold, the worms are hid,
For Robin here what can be done?
Let's strow around some crumbs of bread,
And then he'll live till snow is gone.
Little Jack Nory
Told me a story
How he tried
Cock-horse to ride,
Sword and scabbard by his side,
Saddle, leaden spurs and switches,
His pocket tight
With cents all bright,
Marbles, tops, puzzles, props,
Now he's put in jacket and breeches.
There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill,
One name Jack, and the other name Jill;
Fly away, Jack--fly away, Jill,
Come again, Jack--come again, Jill.