Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes
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Some Mother Goose Rhymes that begin with "M".

Left column: / A Man and a Maid / The Man in Our Town / The Man in the Moon / The Man in the Wilderness / The Man of Bombay / The Man of Derby / The Man of Tobago / The Man Who Had Naught / March Winds / Mary Had a Little Lamb/ Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary / Mary’s Canary / Master I Have /

Right column: / A Melancholy Song / The Merchants of London / Miss Muffet / The Mist / Money and the Mare / Mother, May I Go Out to Swim? / The Mouse and the Clock / The Mulberry Bush / Multiplication Is Vexation / My Kitten / My Little Maid / My Love / My Maid Mary / Myself /

A MAN AND A MAID
There was a little man,
Who wooed a little maid,
And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?
I have little more to say,
So will you, yea or nay,
For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”
The little maid replied,
“Should I be your little bride,
Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat?
Will the flame that you’re so rich in
Light a fire in the kitchen?
Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?”

THE MAN IN OUR TOWN
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.

THE MAN IN THE MOON
The Man in the Moon came tumbling down,
And asked the way to Norwich;
He went by the south, and burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease porridge.

THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESS
The man in the wilderness
Asked me

How many strawberries
Grew in the sea.

I answered him
As I thought good,

As many as red herrings
Grew in the wood.

THE MAN OF BOMBAY
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.

THE MAN OF DERBY
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.

THE MAN OF TOBAGO
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.”

THE MAN WHO HAD NAUGHT
There was a man and he had naught,
And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney pot,
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 looked behind him.


MARCH WINDS

March winds and April showers
Bring forth May flowers.

MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day
Which was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near;
And waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager chldren cry;
"Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,"
The teacher did reply.


MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY

Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle-shells,
And pretty maids all of a row.

beautiful flowers concentration game!
Play our Mary, Mary
Quite Contrary Game!

MARY’S CANARY
Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs-upon my word
He was a pretty fellow!

The sweetest note he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary.
She often, where the cage was hung,
Sat hearing her canary.

MASTER I HAVE
Master I have, and I am his man,
Gallop a dreary dun;
Master I have, and I am his man,
And I’ll get a wife as fast as I can;
With a heighty gaily gamberally,
Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy,
Gallop a dreary dun.

A MELANCHOLY SONG
Trip upon trenchers,
And dance upon dishes,
My mother sent me for some barm, some barm;
She bid me go lightly,
And come again quickly,
For fear the young men should do me some harm.
Yet didn’t you see, yet didn’t you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me?
They broke my pitcher
And spilt the water,
And huffed my mother,
And chid her daughter,
And kissed my sister instead of me.

THE MERCHANTS OF LONDON
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.


MISS MUFFET

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

THE MIST
A hill full, a hole full,
Yet you cannot catch a bowl full.

MONEY AND THE MARE
“Lend me thy mare to ride a mile.”
“She is lamed, leaping over a stile.”

“Alack! and I must keep the fair!
I’ll give thee money for thy mare.”

“Oh, oh! say you so?
Money will make the mare to go!”

MOTHER, MAY I GO OUT TO SWIM?
"Mother, may I go out to swim?"
"Yes, my darling daughter.
Fold your clothes up neat and trim,
But don't go near the water."

THE MOUSE AND THE CLOCK
Hickory, dickory, dock!
The mouse ran up the clock;
The clock struck one,
And down he run,
Hickory, dickory, dock!

THE MULBERRY BUSH
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,
Here we go round the mulberry bush.
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our hands,
Wash our hands, wash our hands,
This is the way we wash our hands,
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we wash our clothes,
Wash our clothes, wash our clothes,
This is the way we wash our clothes,
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we go to school,
Go to school, go to school,
This is the way we go to school,
On a cold and frosty morning.

This is the way we come out of school,
Come out of school, come out of school,
This is the way we come out of school,
On a cold and frosty morning.

MULTIPLICATION IS VEXATION
Multiplication is vexation,
Division is as bad;
Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.

MY KITTEN
Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
And hey, my kitten, my deary!
Such a sweet pet as this
Was neither far nor neary.

MY LITTLE MAID
High diddle doubt, my candle
My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maid home.

MY LOVE
Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?
A peck of meal upon her back,
A babby in her basket;
Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?

MY MAID MARY
My maid Mary she minds the dairy
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;
Gaily run the reel and the little spinning wheel.
While I am singing and mowing my corn.

MYSELF
As I walked by myself,
And talked to myself,
Myself said unto me:
“Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.”

I answered myself,
And said to myself
In the selfsame repartee:
“Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The selfsame thing will be.”

 


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