Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush.
Here we go round the mulberry bush
On a cold and frosty morning.
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush.
Here we go round the mulberry bush
So early in the morning.
Hickery Pickery, pease scon
Where will this young man gang?
He'll go east, he'll go west,
he'll go to the crow's nest.
Hickery Pickery, Hickery Pickery.
Hickety Pickety my red hen,
She lays eggs for Farmer Ben,
Farmer Ben comes every day,
To count how many eggs lie in the hay.
She's laid five eggs today!
Hickety Pickety my red hen,
She lays eggs for Farmer Ben,
Farmer Ben comes every day,
To count how many eggs lie in the hay.
She's laid three eggs today!
Hickety Pickety my red hen,
She lays eggs for Farmer Ben,
Farmer Ben comes every day,
To count how many eggs lie in the hay.
She's laid four eggs today!
Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.
Hop along little Easter bunny
Hop along little Easter bunny
Hop along little Easter bunny
Hop along your way
Hide all the eggs and Easter candy
Hide all the eggs and Easter candy
Hide all the eggs and Easter candy
Hop along your way
Hop, hop, hop,
Hop my bunny hop,
Hop along my little bunny
You look sweet and very funny
On this Easter day.
Look and see,
Where the eggs may be,
Here is on and here's another,
Here's a lovely one for mother.
Let us look and see,
Where the eggs may be.
Down the trail old Herbie hops.
At every house he makes a stop
Looking for a ready basket
Into which the candy drops.
Easter morning, faces pop
Out the door of every stop,
Smiling children see with pleasure
All the treats that Herbie drops.
At the end, his tired ears flop.
Herbie heads back to his shop,
Eggs and paint are all around him.
But his Easter work was tops!
Horsie, horsie don't you stop,
Just let your feet go clippety clop,
Your tail goes swish and the wheels go round,
Giddy up we're homeward bound.
Steady Neddy off you trot,
Just let your feet go clippety clop,
Your tail goes swish and the wheels go round,
Giddy up we're off to town.
Horsie, horsie don't you stop,
Just let your feet go clippety clop,
Your tail goes swish and the wheels go round,
Giddy up we're homeward bound.
Hot cross buns!
Hot cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny,
Hot cross buns!
If your daughters do not like them
Give them to your sons;
But if you haven't any of these little pretty elves
You cannot do better than eat them yourselves.
How many miles to Babylon?
Three score 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.
