Quotes from Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes

In fir tar is,In oak none is.In mud eel is,In clay none is.Goats eat ivy.Mares eat oats.

One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns;If you have no daughters, give them to your sons.

Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark,The beggars are coming to town;Some in rags, some in tags,And some in velvet gowns.

Little Miss MuffetSat on a tuffet,Eating some curds and whey.Along came a spider,And sat down beside her,And frightened Miss Muffet away.

One misty, moisty morning,When cloudy was the weather,I chanced to meet an old manClothed all in leather;He began to compliment,And I began to grin—"How do you do?" and "How do you do?"And "How do you do?" again!

Jack Sprat could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean;And so betwixt them both,They licked the platter clean.

Shoe the horse, shoe the mare,But let the little colt go bare.

Three wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl:And if the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.

Tell tale tit,Your tongue shall be slit,And all the dogs in our townShall have a bit.

Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail,The best man among them durst not touch her tail.She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow,Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.

Ride a cockhorse to Banbury Cross,To see a fine lady upon a white horse;Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.

Little boy blue, come blow your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;But 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'll be sure to cry.

Old mother HubbardWent to the cupboard,To fetch her poor dog a bone;But when she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor dog had none.

Seesaw, Margery Daw,Jacky shall have a new master;Jacky must have but a penny a day,Because he can work no faster.

Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,Your house is on fire, and your children will burn.

Little Polly FlindersSat among the cinders,Warming her pretty little toes.Her mother came and caught her,And whipped her little daughterFor spoiling her nice new clothes.

I had a little pony,His name was Dapple Gray;I lent him to a ladyTo ride a mile away.She whipped him, she slashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.

This is the farmer sowing the corn,That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tattered and torn,That kissed the maiden all forlorn,That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,That tossed the dogThat worried the catThat killed the ratThat ate the maltThat lay in the house that Jack built.

There were three jolly huntsmen,As I have heard them say,And they would go a-huntingUpon St. David's Day.

It's like a lion at the door;And when the door begins to crack,It's like a stick across your back;And when your back begins to smart,It's like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart begins to bleed,You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

There was a man in our town,And he was wondrous wise;He jumped into a bramble bushAnd scratched out both his eyes.

Hickory dickory dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one,The mouse ran down;Hickory dickory dock.

Come, let's to bed,Says Sleepyhead;Tarry awhile, says Slow;Put on the pot,Says Greedy-gut,We'll sup before we go.

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner,Eating a Christmas pie.He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,And said, "What a good boy am I!"