Page DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come up to town. Dame, what makes your ducks to die? Dance to your daddy Darby and Joan were dress'd in black Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John. Did you see my wife, did you see, did you see Ding, dong, bell. Doctor Faustus was a good man 269 Formed long ago, yet made to-day Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail Friday night's dream GAY go up and gay go down Georgey Porgey, pudding and pie 65 184 Hector Protector was dressed all in green Here am I, little jumping Joan Here comes a lusty wooer Here sits the Lord Mayor Here stands a post Hey, my kitten, my kitten Higgledy piggledy "Hie, hie," says Anthony Higgley Piggley High diddle ding. 237 213 Hink, minx! the old witch winks How many days has my baby to play? Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top I AM a gold lock . I doubt, I doubt, my fire is out I had a little dog, and they called him Buff I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen I had a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear I had a little pony 35 245 I have a little sister, they call her Peep, Peep 128 I love little pussy, her coat is so warm 234 I love my love with an A, because he's Agreeable me, pop and fly If you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger I'll sing you a song I'll tell you a story In fir tar is. . In marble walls as white as milk In the month of February Is John Smith within?. " Jack in the pulpit, out and in. 44 78 146 80 Jack Sprat could eat no fat 206 Jacky, come give me thy fiddle 113 Jenny Wren fell sick 244 Jim and George were two great lords 40 John Cook had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum! Little boy blue, come, blow up your horn 241 Little girl, little girl, where have you been? Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring Mistress Mary, quite contrary 73 98 124 214 84 Monday's bairn is fair of face Multiplication is vexation. 236 213 147 104 50 84 47 56 My dear, do you know . My father he died, but I can't tell you how My lady Wind, my lady Wind My little old man and I fell out Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury Old Betty Blue 31 Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing? 157 227 One misty moisty morning 87 Rain, rain, go away Polly put the kettle on Punch and Judy . Pussicat, wussicat, with a white foot Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been? Pussy sits behind the fire QUEEN ANNE, Queen Anne, you sit in the sun. RABBIT, rabbit, rabbit-pie Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross (1) 35 92 38 Ride away, ride away, Johnny shall ride . 116 179 Robert Barnes, fellow fine Robin and Richard were two pretty men. Rosemary green Rub a dub dub |