Rhymes

     The ants go marching

The ants go marching one by one.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching one by one.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching one by one;
          The little one stops to suck his thumb,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 

     The ants go marching two by two.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching two by two.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching two by two;
          The little one stops to tie his shoe,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching three by three.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching three by three.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching three by three;
          The little one stops to ride a bee,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching four by four.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching four by four.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching four by four;
          The little one stops to ask for more,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching five by five.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching five by five.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching five by five;
          The little one stops to jump and dive,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching six by six.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching six by six.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching six by six;
          The little one stops to pick up sticks,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching seven by seven.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching seven by seven.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching seven by seven;
          The little one stops to write with a pen,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching eight by eight.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching eight by eight.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching eight by eight;
          The little one stops to rollerskate,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching nine by nine.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching nine by nine.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching nine by nine;
          The little one stops to drink and dine,
     And they all go marching
          down
          into the ground
          to get out
          of the rain.
          Boom, boom, boom! 


     The ants go marching ten by ten.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching ten by ten.
          Hurrah! Hurrah!
     The ants go marching ten by ten;
          The little one stops to shout
          "THE END!!" 

Baa baa black sheep
Baa, baa, black sheep,
     Have you any wool?
     Yes sir, yes sir,
     Three bags full;
     One for the master,
     And one for the dame,
     And one for the little boy
     Who lives down the lane. 

Baby, baby, naughty baby
Baby, baby, naughty baby,
     Hush, you squalling thing, I say.
     Peace this moment, peace, or maybe
     Bonaparte will pass this way. 


     Baby, baby, he's a giant,
     Tall and black as Rouen steeple,
     And he breakfasts, dines, rely on't,
     Every day on naughty people. 

     Baby, baby, if he hears you,
     As he gallops past the house,
     Limb from limb at once he'll tear you,
     Just as pussy tears a mouse. 

     And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you,
     And he'll beat you all to pap,
     And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,

Ding, dong, dell

 
Ding, dong, dell,
     Pussy's in the well. 

     Who put her in?
     Little Johnny Thin. 

     Who pulled her out?
     Little Tommy Stout. 

     What a naughty boy was that,
     To try to drown poor pussy cat, 

     Who never did him any harm,
     And killed the mice in his father's barn.

Goosey goosey gander 
 
Goosey, goosey gander,
     Whither shall I wander?
     Upstairs and downstairs
     And in my lady's chamber.
     There I met an old man
     Who would not say his prayers;
     So I took him by his left leg
     And threw him down the stairs. 
 
 

Hickory, dickory, dock

Hickory, dickory, dock,
     The mouse ran up the clock.
     The clock struck one,
     The mouse did run,
     Hickory, dickory, dock.

Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
     Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
     All the king's horses and all the king's men
     Couldn't put Humpty together again!

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
     Went up the hill 
     To fetch a pail of water.
     Jack fell down
     And broke his crown
     And Jill came tumbling after. 

     Up Jack got
     And home did trot
     As fast as he could caper
     Went to bed
     And plastered his head
     With vinegar and brown paper

Jack, be nimble
Jack, be nimble,
     Jack, be quick,
     Jack, jump over
     The candlestick.

Alternate version for modern times :-)
Jack, be nimble,
     Jack, be quick,
     Jack, jump over
     The cable decoder. 




Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
     The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
     Where is the boy who looks after the sheep?
     He's under a haycock, fast asleep.
     Will you wake him? No, not I,
     For if I do, he's sure to cry. 




Little Jack Horner
Little Jack Horner
     Sat in the corner,
     Eating a Christmas pie;
     He put in his thumb,
     And pulled out a plumb,
     And said, What a good boy am I. 




Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
     How does your garden grow?
     With silver bells and cockleshells,
     And pretty maids all in a row. 




Monday's child is fair of face
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 that is born on the Sabbath day
     Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay. 




Old King Cole
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;  
     Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
     Oh, there's none so rare
     As can compare
     With old King Cole and his fiddlers three. 




Oranges and Lemons
Oranges and lemons,
     Say the bells of St Clement's. 

     You owe me five farthings,
     Say the bells of St Martin's. 

     When will you pay me?
     Say the bells of Old Baily. 

     When I grow rich,
     Say the bells of Shoreditch. 

     When will that be?
     Say the bells of Stepney. 

     I'm sure I don't know,
     Says the great bell of Bow. 




Polly, put the kettle on
Polly, put the kettle on,
     Polly, put the kettle on,
     Polly, put the kettle on,
          We'll all have tea. 

     Sukey, take it off again,
     Sukey, take it off again,
     Sukey, take it off again,
          They've all gone away. 

     Blow the fire and make the toast,
     Put the muffins on to roast,
     Blow the fire and make the toast,
          We'll all have tea. 




Ring-a-ring o' roses
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
     A pocket full of posies,
     A-tishoo, a-tishoo!
     We all fall down. 



Alternate version :-)
Ring around the rosie,
     A pocket full of posies,
     Ashes, ashes!
     We all fall down. 




Sing a song of sixpence
Sing a song of sixpence,
     A pocket full of rye;
     Four and twenty blackbirds
     Baked in a pie.
     When the pie was opened,
     They all began to sing.
     Now, wasn't that a dainty dish
     To set before the King? 

     The King was in his countinghouse,
     Counting out his money;
     The Queen was in the parlor
     Eating bread and honey.
     The maid was in the garden,
     Hanging out the clothes.
     Along there came a big black bird
     And snipped off her nose! 




Ten green bottles
Ten green bottles, hanging on the wall,
     Ten green bottles, hanging on the wall,
     And if one green bottle should accidently fall,
     There'll be nine green bottles hanging on the wall. 



Ten little monkeys
Ten little monkeys
     jumping on the bed
     One fell off
     And broke his head 

     Mama called the Doctor
     And the Doctor Said
     No more monkeys
     Jumping on the bed 



There was a little man
There was a little man, he had a little gun,
     And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
     He went to the brook, and shot a little duck,
     Right through the middle of the head, head, head. 

     He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
     And bade her a fire for to make, make, make
     To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,
     And he'd go fetch her the drake, drake, drake. 




Three blind mice
Three blind mice, three blind mice.
     See how they run! See how they run!
     They all ran after a farmer's wife,
     Who cut off their tails with a carving knife.
     Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
     As three blind mice? 




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. 

     When the blazing sun is gone,
     When he nothing shines upon,
     Then you show your little light,
     Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. 

     Then the traveller in the dark,
     Thanks you for your tiny spark,
     He could not see which way to go,
     If you did not twinkle so. 

     In the dark blue sky you keep,
     And often through my curtains peep,
     For you never shut your eye,
     'Till the sun is in the sky. 

     As your bright and tiny spark,
     Lights the traveller in the dark, -
     Though I know not what you are,
     Twinkle, twinkle, little star. 




Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie
     Runs through the town,
     Upstairs and downstairs
     In his nightgown.
     Rapping at the windows,
     Crying through the lock,
     "Are the children all in bed?
     For it's now eight o'clock".