Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
And pretty maids all in a row.
There was an old man named Michael Finnegan
He had whiskers on his chinnegan,
Along came the wind and blew them in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin again!
Pat-a-cake, pat-a cake, baker's man,
Bake me a cake just as fast as you can.
Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B.
And put it in the oven for baby and me.
Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat
Pussy Cat, pussy cat,
Where have you been?
I've been to London
To look at the queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat,
What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.
Ride A Cock Horse
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She will have music wherever she goes.
Ring-A-Ring O' Roses
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies,
We all fall down.
The cows are in the meadow
We all jump up.
Rock-a-bye, baby, on the tree-top,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.