Tag: Nursery Rhymes

Monday’s child is fair of face,

Tuesday’s child is full of grace.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe,

Thursday’s child has far to go.

Friday’s child is loving and giving,

Saturday’s child works hard for a living.

But the child that is born on Sabbath day,

Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.

Nursery Rhymes

Three blind mice, see how they run!

They all ran after the farmer’s wife,

Who cut off their tails with a carving knife,

Did you ever see such a thing in your life,

As three blind mice?

Nursery Rhymes

Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard,

To fetch her poor dog a bone;

But when she came there

The cupboard was bare,

And so the poor dog had none.

Nursery Rhymes

This little piggy went to market,

This little piggy stayed home,

This little piggy had roast beef,

This little piggy had none,

And this little piggy cried, Wee-wee-wee,

All the way home.

Nursery Rhymes

Baa, baa, black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes, sir, yes, sir,

Three bags full;

One for the master,

And one for the dame,

And one for the little boy

Who lives down the lane.

Nursery Rhymes

Sing a song of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye;

Four and twenty blackbirds,

Baked in a pie.

When the pie was opened,

The birds began to sing;

Wasn’t that a dainty dish,

To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house,

Counting out his money;

The queen was in the parlour,

Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden,

Hanging out the clothes.

There came a little blackbird,

And snapped off her nose.

Nursery Rhymes

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 at Old Bailey.

When I grow rich,

Say the bells at Shoreditch.

When will that be?

Say the bells of Stepney.

I do not know,

Says the great bell at Bow.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed,

And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!

Chip chop chip chop the last man is dead.

Nursery Rhymes

Update by Ed Brault

Missing the second line:
“Two sticks and an apple,
say the bells of Whitechapel”

At least that’s how I learned it, about 70 years ago…
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Sing hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed to see such craft,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Nursery Rhymes