Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry.
When the boys came out to play,
Georgy Porgy ran away.
THE GIRL AND THE BIRDS
When I was a little girl, about seven years old,
I hadn’t got a petticoat, to cover me from the cold.
So I went into Darlington, that pretty little town,
And there I bought a petticoat, a cloak, and a gown.
I went into the woods and built me a kirk,
And all the birds of the air, they helped me to work.
The hawk with his long claws pulled down the stone,
The dove with her rough bill brought me them home.
The parrot was the clergyman, the peacock was the clerk,
The bullfinch played the organ, - we made merry work.
THE GIRL IN THE LANE
The girl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain,
Cried, “Gobble, gobble, gobble”:
The man on the hill that couldn’t stand still,
Went hobble hobble, hobble.
GOING TO ST. IVES
As I was going to St. Ives
I met a man with seven wives.
Every wife had seven sacks,
Every sack had seven cats,
Every cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
Come when you’re called,
Do what you’re bid,
Shut the door after you,
And never be chid.
GOOSEY, GOOSEY, GANDER
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither dost thou wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him down the stairs.
THE GREEDY MAN
The greedy man is he who sits
And bites bits out of plates,
Or else takes up an almanac
And gobbles all the dates.