Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Sick on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
That was the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
    The Queen of Hearts
    She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
    The Knave of Hearts
    He stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.
    The King of Hearts
    Called for the tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
    The Knave of Hearts
    Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.

Tweedledum and Tweedledee
    Agreed to have a battle,
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
    Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew by a monstrous crow
    As big as a tar-barrel,
Which frightened both the heroes so
    They quite forgot their quarrel.

           



There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she didn't know what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread;
She spanked them all soundly and put them to bed.


Terence McDiddler,
    The three-stringed fiddler,
Can charm, if you please,
    The fish from the seas.

William McTrimbletoe,
He's a good fisherman;
Catches fishes,
Puts them in dishes,
Catches hens,
Puts them in pens;
Some lay eggs,
Some lay none,
William McTrimbletoe,
He doesn't eat one.

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    I'll tell you a story
    About Jack a Nory,
And now my story's begun;
    I'll tell you another
    Of Jack and his brother,
And now my story is done.
(Since there is no story, you can igNory it.)


    The man in the moon
    Came down too soon,
And asked his way to Norwich;
    He went by the south
    And burnt his mouth
With supping cold plum porridge.
    Old Mother Shuttle
    Lived in a coal-scuttle
Along with her dog and her cat;
    What they ate I can't tell,
    But 'tis known very well
That none of the party was fat.
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My tale would be longer.

Saint Dunstan, so the story goes,
Once pulled the devil by his nose
With red hot tongs, which made him roar,
That could be heard ten miles or more.
Taffy was a Welshman,
    Taffy was a thief,
Taffy came to my house
    And stole a piece of beef.

I went to Taffy's house,
    Taffy wasn't in,
I jumped upon his Sunday hat
    And poked it with a pin.


Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle
Right up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Robin-a-bobbin,
He bent his bow,
Shot at a pigeon
And killed a crow;
Shot at another
And killed his own brother,
Did Robin-a-bobbin
Who bent his bow.

Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs,
Had twenty-seven different wigs.
He wore them up, he wore them down,
To please the people of the town;
He wore them east, he wore them west,
But he never could tell which he liked best.


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