Tag: The Real Mother Goose
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CURLY-LOCKSCurly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seamAnd feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
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A CANDLELittle Nanny EtticoatIn a white petticoat,And a red nose;The longer she standsThe shorter she grows.
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THE BLACK HENHickety, pickety, my black hen,She lays eggs for gentlemen;Gentlemen come every dayTo see what my black hen doth lay.
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DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLINGDiddle diddle dumpling, my son JohnWent to bed with his breeches on,One stocking off, and one stocking on;Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
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DOCTOR FOSTERDoctor Foster went to Glo’ster, In a shower of rain;He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle, And never went there again.
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A LITTLE MANThere was a little man, and he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;He went to the brook, and saw a little duck, And shot it right through the head, head, head. He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire to make, make, make.To…
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THREE BLIND MICEThree blind mice! See how they run!They all ran after the farmer’s wife,Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.Did you ever see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice?
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ABOUT THE BUSH About the bush, Willie, About the beehive,About the bush, Willie, I’ll meet thee alive.
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SEE-SAW See-saw, Margery Daw,Sold her bed and lay upon straw.
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WEE WILLIE WINKIE Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,“Are the children in their beds? Now it’s eight o’clock.”