PEASE pudding hot, Pease pudding cold, Pease pudding in the pot, Nine days old.
Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot, Nine days old.
Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bo-peep, They met together in Gracechurch Street; In and out, in and out, over the way, Oh! says Johnny, "tis Chop-nose Day.
There was a Rat, for want of stairs, Went down a rope to say his prayers.
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Snail, snail, come put out your horn, To-morrow is the day to shear the corn.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride, If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
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Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town; Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gown.
One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, shut the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting; Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.
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I had a little husband, no bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum.
I bought a little horse that galloped up and down; I saddled him, and bridled him, and sent him out of town.
I gave him some garters, to garter up his hose, And a little pocket-handkerchief to wipe his pretty nose.
I have a little sister; they call her Peep, Peep, She wades the water, deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains, high, high, high.
Poor little thing! she has but one eye.
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Goosey, goosey, gander, whither shall I wander, Up stairs, and down stairs, and in my lady"s chamber.
There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers, I took him by his left leg, and threw him down the stairs.]
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Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy, Loves plum-cake and sugarcandy; He brought some at a grocer"s shop, And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
If all the world were water, And all the water were ink, What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?
Hey, my kitten, my kitten, Hey, my kitten, my deary; Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary.
Here we go up, up, up, Here we go down, down, down; Here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, round.