Nursery Rhymes - old fashioned rhymes for kids
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses
And all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty
Together again.
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son, John,
Went to bed with his stockings on;
One shoe off and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle dumpling, my son, John.
Goosey, goosey, gander There I met an old man And threw him down the stairs.
Where shall you wander,
Upstairs or downstairs
Or in my ladies chamber?
Who wouldn't say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg,
Hickory Dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one
The mouse ran down,
Hickory Dickory dock.
Hickory Dickory dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck two
And down he flew,
Hickory Dickory dock.
Higildey Pigildey, my black hen!
She lays eggs for gentlemen.
Sometimes nine and sometimes ten,
Higildey Pigildey, my black hen!
Hot cross buns, Hot cross buns,
one ha' penny, two ha' penny,
Hot cross buns.
If you have no daughters,
give them to your sons,
one ha' penny, two ha' penny,
Hot Cross Buns.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Then up got Jack and home he trot, As fast as he could caper He went to bed to mend his head, With vinegar and brown paper.
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick,
Jack, jump over the candlestick.
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick,
Jack, jump over the candlestick!
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them
Leave them alone,
And they will come home
Wagging their tails behind them.
Little boy blue,
Come blow your horn!
The sheep's in the meadow;
The cow's in the corn.
Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
He's under the haystack fast asleep.
Will you wake him?
No, not I, for if I do,
He's sure to cry.
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
Eating his Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum
And said, "What a good boy am I."
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey;
Along came a spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
Little Polly Flinders
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty little toes.
Her mother came and caught her,
And scolded her daughter,
For spoiling her nice, new clothes.
Three score and ten;
Can I get there by candlelight?
Yes, and back again.
London Bridge is falling down, My fair lady!
Falling down, falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady!
Build it up with iron bars,
Iron bars, iron bars.
Build it up with iron bars,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow
Everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go
It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.
It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a lamb at school.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Baker's man!
Bake us a cake as fast as you can,
Mix
it and prick it And mark it with
B,
And put it in the oven for baby and me.
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They've all gone away.
All around the cobbler's bench,
The monkey chased the weasel,
The monkey thought it all was fun,
Pop! goes the weasel.
A penny for a spool of thread,
A penny for a needle,
That's the way the money goes,
Pop! goes the weasel.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he.
Tweedle dee went the fiddlers three,
Oh there's none so rare as can compare,
With Old King Cole and his fiddlers three.
Ring, a ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Ah tishoo, Ah tishoo,
We all fall down.
Rock-a-bye, baby,
In the treetop,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all.
See-saw, Margery Daw,
Johnny shall have a new master,
He shall have but a penny a day,
Because he won't work any faster.
Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair;
Said Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Said the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Do you plan to pay?"
Said Simon, "Of course I do,"
But then he ran away!
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie!
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread with honey
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
Who pecked off her nose!
The grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill and he marched them down again.
And when they were up, they were up
And when they were down, they were down
And when they were only half way up
They were neither up nor down.
THE FARMER AND THE RAVEN
A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare,Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
A raven cried croak! & they all tumbled down,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
The mare broke her knees, & the farmer his crown, Lumpety, lumpety, lump!
The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
Bumpety, bumpety, bump!
And vowed he would serve them the same the next day, Lumpety, lumpety lump!
There was a crooked man,
And he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Stole a pig and away did run;
The pig was eat andTom was beat,
And Tom went crying down the street.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
When the blazing sun is gone,
When there's nothing he shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, through the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown,
Tapping at the window, tapping at the lock,
"Are the children in their bed, it's past ten o'clock"
