English folk song for children

Cock a doodle doo

Cock a doodle do!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddlestick,
And knows not what to do.

Cock a doodle do!
What is my dame to do?
Till master's found his fiddlingstick,
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle do!
My dame has found her shoe,
And master's found his fiddlingstick,
Sing cock a doodle do!

Cock a doodle do!
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddlingstick,
And knows not what to do.

Apple Pie ABC

Says A, give me a good large slice,
Says B, a little bit, but nice,
Says C, cut me a piece of crust, Take it, says D, it’s dry as dust,
Says E, I’ll eat it fast, I will, Says F, I vow I’ll have my fill,
Says G, give it me good and great, Says H, a little bit I hate,
Says I, it’s ice I must request, Says J, the juice I love the best,
Says K, let’s keep it up above, Says L, the border’s what I love,
Says M, it makes your teeth to chatter, N said, it’s nice, there’s nought the matter,

Twinkle, twinkle little star

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.

Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle little star,
How I wonder what you are.

Sleep, little one, sleep

Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep,
There outside are all the sheep;
Lambs are penned up, safe from harm.
Sleep my little one, cosy warm.
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep.

Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep,
See the sky is filled with sheep;
Like a flock of clouds drift by.
Led by a moonlit lullaby.
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep.
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep.

One, two, buckle my shoe

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, open the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight
Nine, ten, a good, fat hen
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen
Seventeen, eighteen, maids are waiting
Nineteen, twenty, my plate's empty.