Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day
Is fair and wise and good in every way.
Mr. Bunny, Mr. Bunny,
Won't you stop, stop, stop?
"No,"said Mr. Bunny,
I must hop, hop, hop.
Easter is coming, and there is lots to do.
Eggs must be coloured green, pink, and blue.
I'll tie each basked with a pretty bow.
Children are waiting so I must go!"
Needles and pins,
Needles and pins,
When a Man marries,
His Trouble begins.
Here we go gathering nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May,
Here we go gathering nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.
Who will you have for nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May,
Who will you have for nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.
We'll have [name] for nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May,
We'll have [name] for nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.
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
