Leonard Brooke

Baa, Baa, Black Sheep.

                Baa, baa, Black Sheep,
                    Have you any wool?
                Yes, marry, have I,
                    Three bags full:



                One for my Master,
                    And one for my Dame,
                And one for the little boy
                    That lives in the lane!

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo.


Cock-a-doodle-doo!
My dame has lost her shoe;
My master's lost his fiddling-stick,
And don't know what to do.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling-stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!
My dame has lost her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling-stick;
Sing doodle-doodle-doo!



Cock-a-doodle-doo!
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling-stick,
For dame and doodle-doo.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!
Dame has lost her shoe;
Gone to bed and scratched her head,
And can't tell what to do.

Leonard Brooke

Good King Arthur.


When good king Arthur ruled this land,
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley-meal,
To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuffed it well with plums:
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.










The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.

Goosey, Goosey Gander.


                Goosey, Goosey Gander,
                Where shall I wander?



                Upstairs, downstairs,
                And in my lady's chamber.



                There I met an old man
                    That would not say his prayers:
                I took him by the left leg,
                    And threw him downstairs.

Hickety Pickety My Black Hen.


Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;



Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.

Humpty Dumpty.

                Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;



                Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;







                All the King's horses and all the King's men
                Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty together again.

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, and they'll come home,
And bring their tails behind them.



Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were still a-fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.

                Little Miss Muffet
                    Sat on a tuffet
                Eating of curds and whey;



                    There came a big Spider
                    And sat down beside her,
                And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Oranges And Lemons.


                Gay go up, and gay go down
                To ring the bells of London Town.



                Bull's eyes and targets,
                Say the bells of St. Marg'ret's.

                Brickbats and tiles,
                Say the bells of St. Giles'.

                Pancakes and fritters,
                Say the bells of St. Peter's.

                Two sticks and an apple,
                Say the bells at Whitechapel.

Ring a ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Hush! hush! hush!
And we all tumble down.

The Lion And The Unicorn.


                The Lion and the Unicorn
                    Were fighting for the Crown;
                The Lion beat the Unicorn
                    All round about the town.





                Some gave them white bread,
                    And some gave them brown;
                Some gave them plum-cake,
                    And sent them out of town.

                The Man in the Moon
                    Came tumbling down,
                And asked his way to Norwich;



                    They told him south,
                    And he burnt his mouth
                With eating cold pease-porridge.

The Three Wise Men Of Gotham.

                Three wise men of Gotham
                    Went to sea in a bowl:



                If the bowl had been stronger,
                    My song would have been longer.

There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook
And saw a little duck,
And he shot it right through the head, head, head.





He carried it home
To his old wife Joan,
And bid her a fire for to make, make, make;
To roast the little duck
He had shot in the brook,
And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake.

There Was A Man.


                There was a man, and he had nought,
                    And robbers came to rob him;



                He crept up to the chimney-pot,





                And then they could not find him;



                He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
                    And never looked behind him.

To Market, To Market.


                To market, to market, to buy a fat Pig;
                Home again, home again, dancing a jig.





                To market, to market, to buy a fat Hog;
                    Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.

Wee Willie Winkie.


Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
"Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?"