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Old King Cole

Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler had a fine fiddle,
and a very fine fiddle had he;
Oh there’s none so rare as can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

Old Mother Hubbard

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone,
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare
So the poor little dog had none.

She took a clean dish
To get him some tripe;
But when she came back
He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the grocer’s
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back
He was playing the flute.

She went to the baker’s
To buy him some bread;
But when she came back
The poor dog was dead.

She went to the undertaker’s
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back
The poor dog was laughing.

She went to the hatter’s
To buy him a hat;
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.

The dame made a curtsey,
The dog made a bow;
The dame said, “Your servant.”
The dog said, “Bow wow!”

One, Two, Three, Four, Five

One, two, three, four, five,
Once I caught a fish alive,
Six, seven, eight, nine ten,
Then I let it go again. 

Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so.
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on the right.

Oranges And Lemons.

Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.

You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.

When will you pay me?
Say the bells of old Bailey.

When l grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.

Pray, when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.   

l do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed.
Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

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Chip, chop, chip, chop,
The last man is dead.