Quotes from Anonymous: Nursery Rhymes

"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?""I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.

The lion and the unicornWere fighting for the crown;The lion beat the unicornAll round about the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown;Some gave them plum cake,And sent them out of town.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,Bake me a cake as fast as you can;Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B,Put it in the oven for baby and me.

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,And cannot tell where to find them;Leave them alone, and they'll come home,And bring their tails behind them.

There were two blackbirds,Sitting on a hill,The one named Jack,The other named Jill;Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill!Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill!

Lucy Locket lost her pocket,Kitty Fisher found it;There was not a penny in it,But a ribbon round it.

Little Tom TuckerSings for his supper;What shall he eat?White bread and butter.How will he cut itWithout e'er a knife?How will he be marriedWithout e'er a wife?

Ten little Indians standing in a line—One went home, and then there were nine.

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Old King ColeWas 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.

Sing, sing! What shall I sing?The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string.

This little pig went to market;This little pig stayed home;This little pig had roast beef;This little pig had none;And this little pig cried, Wee, wee, wee!All the way home.

There was an old womanLived under a hill;And if she's not gone,She lives there still.

Little Tommy TittlemouseLived in a little house;He caught fishesIn other men's ditches.

All day they hunted,And nothing did they find,But a ship a-sailing,A-sailing with the wind.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,She had so many children she didn't know what to do;She gave them some broth without any bread,She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.

As I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Each wife had seven sacks,Each sack had seven cats,Each cat had seven kits:Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,How many were there going to St. Ives?

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,He learned to play when he was young.But all the tune that he could playWas "Over the hills and far away."

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John,He went to bed with his stockings on;One shoe off, one shoe on;Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

The King of France went up the hillWith forty thousand men;The King of France came down the hillAnd ne'er went up again.

The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell,Heigho! the derry oh, the farmer in the dell.

O do you know the muffin man,The muffin man, the muffin man,O do you know the muffin man,That lives in Drury Lane?