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Mother Goose: Jack and His Fiddle

JACK AND HIS FIDDLE

“Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle,
  If ever thou mean to thrive.”
“Nay, I’ll not give my fiddle
  To any man alive.

“If I should give my fiddle,
  They’ll think that I’ve gone mad;
For many a joyous day
  My fiddle and I have had.”

Mother Goose: The Cat and the Fiddle

THE CAT AND THE FIDDLE

    Hey, diddle, diddle!
    The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
    The little dog laughed
    To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Mother Goose: Baa, Baa, Black Sheep

BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full;

One for my master,
One for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

Mother Goose: Little Fred

LITTLE FRED

When little Fred went to bed,
  He always said his prayers;

He kissed mamma, and then papa,
  And straightway went upstairs.

Mother Goose: Sleep, Baby, Sleep

SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP

  Sleep, baby, sleep,
Our cottage vale is deep:
The little lamb is on the green,
With woolly fleece so soft and clean–
  Sleep, baby, sleep.
  Sleep, baby, sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep;
Be always like the lamb so mild,
A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.
  Sleep, baby, sleep.

Mother Goose: To Babylon

TO BABYLON

How many miles is it to Babylon?–
    Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?–
    Yes, and back again.
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candle-light.

Mother Goose: I’ll Tell You a Story

I’LL TELL YOU A STORY

  I’ll tell you a story
  About Jack-a-Nory:
And now my story’s begun.
  I’ll tell you another
  About his brother:
And now my story is done.

Mother Goose: The Merchants of London

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.

Mother Goose: Forehead, Eyes, Cheeks, Nose, Mouth, and Chin

FOREHEAD, EYES, CHEEKS, NOSE, MOUTH, AND CHIN

Here sits the Lord Mayor,
    Here sit his two men,
Here sits the cock,
    Here sits the hen,
Here sit the little chickens,
    Here they run in.
Chin-chopper, chin-chopper, chin chopper, chin!