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Nursery Rhymes for your li'll one

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The ants go marching Monday's child is fair of face
Baa baa black sheep Old King Cole
Baby, baby, naughty baby Oranges and Lemons
Ding, dong, dell Polly, put the kettle on
Goosey goosey gander Ring-a-ring o' roses
Hickory, dickory, dock Sing a song of sixpence
Humpty Dumpty Ten green bottles
Jack and Jill Ten little monkeys
Jack, be nimble There was a little man
Little Boy Blue Three blind mice
Little Jack Horner Twinkle twinkle little star
Mary, Mary, quite contrary Wee Willie Winkie


The ants go marching

The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching one by one; The little one stops to suck his thumb, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching two by two. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching two by two. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching two by two; The little one stops to tie his shoe, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching three by three; The little one stops to ride a bee, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching four by four. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching four by four. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching four by four; The little one stops to ask for more, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching five by five. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching five by five. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching five by five; The little one stops to jump and dive, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching six by six. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching six by six. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching six by six; The little one stops to pick up sticks, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching seven by seven. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching seven by seven. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching seven by seven; The little one stops to write with a pen, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching eight by eight. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching eight by eight. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching eight by eight; The little one stops to rollerskate, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching nine by nine. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching nine by nine. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching nine by nine; The little one stops to drink and dine, And they all go marching down into the ground to get out of the rain. Boom, boom, boom! The ants go marching ten by ten. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching ten by ten. Hurrah! Hurrah! The ants go marching ten by ten; The little one stops to shout "THE END!!"

Baa baa black sheep

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.

Baby, baby, naughty baby

Baby, baby, naughty baby, Hush, you squalling thing, I say. Peace this moment, peace, or maybe Bonaparte will pass this way. Baby, baby, he's a giant, Tall and black as Rouen steeple, And he breakfasts, dines, rely on't, Every day on naughty people. Baby, baby, if he hears you, As he gallops past the house, Limb from limb at once he'll tear you, Just as pussy tears a mouse. And he'll beat you, beat you, beat you, And he'll beat you all to pap, And he'll eat you, eat you, eat you,

Ding, dong, dell

Ding, dong, dell, Pussy's in the well. Who put her in? Little Johnny Thin. Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Stout. What a naughty boy was that, To try to drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, And killed the mice in his father's barn.


Goosey goosey gander

Goosey, goosey gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady's chamber. There I met an old man Who would not say his prayers; So I took him by his left leg And threw him down the stairs.


Hickory, dickory, dock

Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse did run, Hickory, dickory, dock.

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 together again!


Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill Went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down And broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got And home did trot As fast as he could caper Went to bed And plastered his head With vinegar and brown paper.


Jack, be nimble

Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick, Jack, jump over The candlestick.

Alternate version for modern times :-)

Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick, Jack, jump over The cable decoder.


Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where is the boy who looks after the sheep? He's under a haycock, fast asleep. Will you wake him? No, not I, For if I do, he's sure to cry.


Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plumb, And said, What a good boy am I.


Mary, Mary, quite contrary

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockleshells, And pretty maids all in a row.


Monday's child is fair of face

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 the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.


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, He had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With old King Cole and his fiddlers three.


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 Baily. When I grow rich, Say the bells of Shoreditch. When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney. I'm sure I don't know, Says the great bell of Bow.


Polly, put the kettle on

Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, We'll all have tea. Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, They've all gone away. Blow the fire and make the toast, Put the muffins on to roast, Blow the fire and make the toast, We'll all have tea.


Ring-a-ring o' roses

Ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo, a-tishoo! We all fall down.

Alternate version :-)

Ring around the rosie, A pocket full of posies, Ashes, ashes! We all fall down.


Sing a song of sixpence

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, They all began to sing. Now, wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the King? The King was in his countinghouse, Counting out his money; The Queen was in the parlor Eating bread and honey. The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes. Along there came a big black bird And snipped off her nose!


Ten green bottles

Ten green bottles, hanging on the wall, Ten green bottles, hanging on the wall, And if one green bottle should accidently fall, There'll be nine green bottles hanging on the wall.


Ten little monkeys

Ten little monkeys jumping on the bed One fell off And broke his head Mama called the Doctor And the Doctor Said No more monkeys Jumping on the bed


There was a little man

There was a little man, he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; He went to the brook, and shot a little duck, Right through the middle of the head, head, head. He carried it home to his old wife Joan, And bade her a fire for to make, make, make To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook, And he'd go fetch her the drake, drake, drake.


Three blind mice

Three blind mice, three blind mice. See how they run! See how they run! They all ran after a 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?


Twinkle twinkle little star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky. When the blazing sun is gone, When he nothing shines upon, Then you show your little light, Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. Then the traveller in the dark, Thanks you for your tiny spark, He could not see which way to go, If you did not twinkle so. In the dark blue sky you keep, And often through my curtains peep, For you never shut your eye, 'Till the sun is in the sky. As your bright and tiny spark, Lights the traveller in the dark, - Though I know not what you are, Twinkle, twinkle, little star.


Wee Willie Winkie

Wee Willie Winkie Runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs In his nightgown. Rapping at the windows, Crying through the lock, "Are the children all in bed? For it's now eight o'clock".

 

 

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