Quotes About Rhymes

Rub-a-dub-dub,Three men in a tub,And who do you think they be?The butcher, the baker,The candlestick-maker;And all of them went to sea!

With a rowley powley gammon and spinach,Heigh-ho says Anthony Rowley.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?I've been to London to look at the queen.Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under the chair.

London Bridge is falling down,My fair lady.

Jack and Jill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down and broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.

Sukey, take it off again,They've all gone away.

Hickety pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen.Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.

I saw three ships come sailing by,Come sailing by, come sailing by,I saw three ships come sailing by,On New Year's Day in the morning.

Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green;When I am king, dilly dilly, you shall be queen.

When good King Arthur ruled this land,He was a goodly king,He bought three pecks of barley meal,To make a bag pudding.

A frog he would a-wooing go.Sing heigh-ho says Rowley.

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig,Home again, home again, jiggety-jig.

Polly, put the kettle on,We'll all have tea.

Rain, rain, go away,Come again another day.

I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bearBut a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me,And all for the sake of my little nut tree.

Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.

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

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.