HOW

How Many Miles

OW many miles is it to Babylon?
Threescore 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.

Rock-a-bye, Baby

OCK-A-BYE, baby, the cradle is green;

R°

Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen;

And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;

And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king.

This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with a crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with a crumpled horn, That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with a crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with a crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,
That wak'd the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with a crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

L

Lady Bird, Lady Bird

ADY bird, lady bird, fly away home,

Your house is on fire, your children all gone,

All but one, and her name was Ann,

And she crept under the pudding pan.

L

ADY-COW, lady-cow, fly thy way home,

Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,

All but one that lies under a stone,

Fly thee home, lady-cow, ere it be gone.