| First Line |
Page |
Verses |
| There was an old woman toss'd in a blanket |
vii |
2 |
| So vast is the prowess of Harry the Great |
viii-ix |
4 |
| There was a little man |
11-14 |
6 |
| Little Betty Winckle she had a pig |
15-16 |
3 |
| Trip upon trenchers |
17-18 |
1 |
| Cross patch draw the latch |
19 |
1 |
| I won't be my father's Jack |
20 |
1 |
| Three wise men of Gotham |
21 |
1 |
| There was an old man |
22 |
1 |
| There was an old woman |
23 |
1 |
| There was an old woman |
24 |
1 |
| Ding Dong bell |
25 |
2 |
| Little Tom Tucker |
26 |
1 |
| Se saw, Margery Daw |
27 |
1 |
| Great A, little a |
28 |
1 |
| Se saw, sacaradown |
29 |
1 |
| Shoe the colt |
30 |
1 |
| Is John Smith within? |
31 |
1 |
| High diddle, diddle |
32 |
1 |
| Ride a cock-horse |
33 |
1 |
| Cock a doodle doo |
34 |
1 |
| There was an old man |
35 |
|
| Round about, round about |
36 |
1 |
| Jack and Gill |
37 |
|
| There were two birds sat on a stone |
38 |
2 |
| Hush-a-by bBaby |
39 |
1 |
| Little Jack Horner sat in the corner |
40 |
1 |
| Pease-porridge hot |
41 |
1 |
| Who comes here? A grenadier |
42 |
1 |
| Jack Sprat could eat no fat |
43 |
1 |
| What care I how black I be |
44 |
1 |
| Tell tale tit |
45 |
1 |
| One, two, three |
46 |
1 |
| Three children sliding on the ice |
47-48 |
3 |
| Patty cake, patty cake |
49 |
1 |
| When I was a little boy, I had but little wit |
50 |
1 |
| When I was a little boy, I lived by myself |
51-52 |
2 |
| O my kitten a kitten |
53 |
1 |
| This pig went to market |
54 |
|
| There was a man of Thessaly |
55 |
2 |
| Long tail'd pig, or a short tail'd pig, A |
57 |
2 |
| Bow, wow, wow |
58 |
1 |
| Bah, bah, black sheep |
58 |
1 |
| Robin and Richard were two pretty men |
60 |
1 |
| There was an old woman |
62 |
1 |
| Sow came in with the saddle, The |
63 |
1 |
| We're three brethren out of Spain |
64 |
2 |
| There were two blackbirds sat upon a hill |
65 |
1 |
| Boys and girls, come out to play |
66-67 |
2 |
| I would, if I could |
68 |
1 |
| Here's A, B, and C |
70 |
1 |
| Piping hot, smoaking hot |
72 |
1 |
| Dickory, dickory, dock |
73 |
1 |
| You spotted snakes, with double tongue |
77 |
|
| Take, oh! take those lips away |
78 |
1 |
| When daisies pied, and violets blue |
79-80 |
2 |
| When icicles hang on the wall |
80-81 |
2 |
| Tell me where is fancy bred |
82 |
1 |
| Under the greenwood tree |
83-84 |
3 |
| Blow, blow, thou winter wind |
85 |
2 |
| O Mistress mine, where are you running? |
86 |
2 |
| What shall he have that kill'd the deer? |
87 |
2 |
| When daffodils begin to 'pear |
88 |
2 |
| Jog on, jog on, the foot path way |
89 |
1 |
| Orpheus with his lute made trees |
90 |
2 |
| Hark, hark! the lark at Heav'ns gate sings |
91 |
1 |
| Poor soul sat singing by a sycamore-tree, The |
92 |
2 |