| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| Little darling, quickly rise |
1-4 |
9 |
| Come Harry and Polly, and Billy and Dolly |
5-7 |
4 |
| Tell me not of silly fears |
8-9 |
5 |
| 'Tis a pretty bird., my deary |
10-11 |
4 |
| Fish that wild sports thro' the brook, The |
12-13 |
3 |
| When Sally was little, she liv'd in a cot |
14-17 |
7 |
| While you smell at that rose-bud, my love |
18-20 |
6 |
| O'er the fields, through the gardens we rove at our will |
21-24 |
6 |
| Did you see young pouting Watty? |
25-26 |
5 |
| Singing, dancing, anticks, tumbling |
27-29 |
5 |
| If you're give to boasting, you'll never do well |
30-32 |
5 |
| What a sweet and pretty creature |
33-35 |
6 |
| How sweet are the sports of our youth |
36-38 |
6 |
| While the moon so sweetly shining |
39-41 |
6 |
| What do you see there my deary |
42-44 |
6 |
| Dearest Betsey say |
45-47 |
6 |
| Morning now is past away |
48-50 |
6 |
| Come, come away |
51-53 |
3 |
| When you live with your parents at home |
54-56 |
6 |
| Children, while you seek for pleasure |
57-58 |
5 |
| Come, leave off your schooling, to sport and to play |
59-61 |
3 |
| When Billy was a little boy |
62-65 |
10 |
| What a pretty kitten's here |
66-68 |
6 |
| Ye children whom whimsics and follies p'rplex |
69-74 |
6 |
| Of ev'ry day that's in the week |
75-77 |
6 |
| Come my children, haste away |
78-80 |
5 |
| See the jolly train are reaping |
81-83 |
6 |
| Jackey was a pretty boy |
84--86 |
6 |
| Pretty little children come |
87-89 |
6 |
| In infancy what joys appear |
90-92 |
6 |
| This London is a fine place |
93-95 |
6 |
| 'Tis the seaon of mirth, boys, the people around |
96-98 |
4 |
| Come sleep, my sweet baby |
99-102 |
4 |
| Peaceful do the waters flow |
103-105 |
5 |
| Spider once his web had spun, A |
106-109 |
8 |