Nursery Rhymes
See-saw, sacradown,
Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, and the other down,
And that is the way to London town.
Hey diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laughed to see the sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
Ding, dong, bell!
Pussy’s in the well.
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green.
Who pulled her out?
Little Johnny Snout,
What a naughty boy was that,
To drown poor pussy cat,
Who never did him any harm,
And kill’d the mice in his father’s barn.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To get a pail of water:
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Cock a doodle do,
The dame has lost her shoe,
And master’s lost his fiddle stick
And don’t know what to do.
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair!
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman unto Simon
First give me a penny;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
I have not got any.
Once Simon made a great snow ball
And brought it in to roast,
He laid it down before the fire,
And soon the ball was lost.
He went to ride a spotted cow,
That had a little calf,
She threw him down upon the ground
And made all the people laugh.
Now Simple Simon went a fishing,
For to catch a whale,
But all the water he had got
Was in his mother’s pail.
He went to catch a dickey bird
And thought he could not fail
Because he had a bit of salt,
To put upon his tail.
He went to see if cherries ripe,
Did grow upon a thistle,
He pricked his finger very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
He went to take a bird’s nest,
’Twas built upon a bough,
A branch gave way, down Simon fell
Into a dirty slough.
Simon was sent to market,
To buy a joint of meat,
He tied it to his horse’s tail,
To keep it clean and sweet.
He went to slide upon the ice,
Before the ice would bear,
Then he plunged in above his knees,
Which made poor Simon stare.
He went to shoot a wild duck,
But the duck flew away,
Says Simon I can’t hit him,
Because he would not stay.
Then Simple Simon went a hunting,
For to catch a hare,
He rode an ass about the street,
But could not find one there.
He went for water in a seive,
But soon it all run through,
And went all o’er his clothes,
Which made poor Simon rue.
He washed himself with blacking ball,
Because he had no soap,
And then said to his mother
I’m a beauty now I hope.
He went to eat some honey,
Out of the mustard pot,
It bit his tongue until he cried,
That was all the good he got.
Simple Simon cutting his
mother’s bellows open to
see where the wind lay.