If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper, Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked? MATTHEW, Mark, Luke, and John, bed that I lay on! Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch, one to pray, And two to bear my soul away! H BYE, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting To get a little hare's skin To wrap a baby bunting in. 粥 USHY baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread and some milk by-and-by; Or perhaps you like custard, or maybe a tart,Then to either you're welcome, with all my whole heart. HU When the wind blows, the cradle will rock When the bough bends, the cradle will fall; Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. RABBIT, rabbit, rabbit-pie! Come, my ladies, come and buy, EY, my kitten, my kitten, HE And hey, my kitten, my deary! Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy; YOUNG lambs to sell! YOUN Young lambs to sell! If I'd as much money as I can tell, I never would cry, Young lambs to sell! R OCK-A-BYE, baby, thy cradle is green; 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. |