There I met an old man, who would not say his prayers,
I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.

The cock doth crow to let you know,
If you be wise, 't is time to rise.

Eat, birds, eat, and make no waste,
I lie here and make no haste;
If my master chance to come,
You must fly, and I must run.

Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
I am going a milking, sir, she said.
May I go with you, my pretty maid?
You're kindly welcome, sir, she said.

Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare,
If the horse wont be shod, let him go bare.

Bye, baby bunting,
Father's gone a hunting,
Mother's gone a milking,
Sister's gone a silking,
Brother's gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby bunting in.

Daffy-down-Dilly has come up to town,
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.

Ba-a, Ba-a, black sheep, have you any wool?