Oats and beans and barley grow,
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Not you, nor I, nor anyone know,
How oats and beans and barley grow.
First the farmer sows the seed,
Then he stands and takes his ease,
Stamps his feet and claps his hand,
And turns around to view the land.
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Oats and beans and barley grow,
Not you, nor I, nor anyone know,
How oats and beans and barley grow.
Old Dr. Foster went to Gloster,
To preach the work of God.
When he came there, he sat in his chair,
And gave all the people a nod.
Old King Cole was 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.
Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there's none so rare, as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O,
And on that farm he had some cows, E-I-E-I-O,
With a ‘moo moo‛ here and a ‘moo moo‛ there,
Here a ‘moo‛, there a ‘moo‛, everywhere a ‘moo moo‛,
Old MacDonald had a farm, E-I-E-I-O.
Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
She went to the fishmonger's to buy him some fish,
But when she came back he was licking the dish.
She went to the grocer's to buy him some fruit,
But when she came back he was playing the flute!
So Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.
On top of old smokey
All covered with snow
I lost my true lover
From a courtin' too slow
On top of old smokey
I went there to weep
A false hearted lover
Is worse than a thief
For a thief, he will rob you
And take what you have
But a false hearted lover
Will send you to your grave
She'll hug you and kiss
And tell you more lies
Than the cross ties on the railroad
Or the stars in the skies
One big hippo balancing,
Step by step on a slippery rock,
He thought it was such tremendous fun
He called for another hippo to come.
Two big hippos balancing,
Step by step on a slippery rock,
They thought it was such tremendous fun
They called for another hippo to come.
Three big hippos balancing,
Step by step on a slippery rock,
They thought it was such tremendous fun
They called for another hippo to come.
One for sorrow,
Two for joy,
Three for a girl,
Four for a boy,
Five for silver,
Six for gold,
Seven for a secret,
Never to be told.
One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
One man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Two men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Three men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Three men, two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
Four men went to mow, went to mow a meadow,
Four men, three men, two men, one man and his dog - Woof! - went to mow a meadow.
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.
