Snail, Snail,
Put out your head,
Or else I'll beat you till you're dead.


The man in the moon came down too soon
To inquire the way to Norridge;
The man in the South, he burnt his mouth
With eating cold plum porridge.


When I was a little boy, I lived by myself,
And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon a shelf;
The rats and the mice, they made such a strife,
I was forced to go to London to buy me a wife.
The streets were so broad, and the lanes were so narrow,
I was forced to bring my wife home in a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow broke, and my wife had a fall,
And down came the wheelbarrow, wife and all.


Charley Wag,
Ate the pudding and left the bag.


Sing, Sing!--What shall I sing?
The Cat's run away with the Pudding-Bag String.


When I was a little boy, I washed my mammy's dishes,