Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a fine lady upon a white horse;
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
Fishes swim in water clear,
Birds fly up in the air,
Serpents creep along the ground,
Boys and girls run round and round.

Three young rats with black felt hats,
Three young ducks with white straw flats,
Three young dogs with curling tails,
Three young cats with demi-veils,
Went out to walk with two young pigs
In satin vests and sorrel wigs;

But suddenly it chanced to rain
And so they all went home again.





Rich man       Poor man         Beggar man     Thief

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My master's lost his fiddling stick,
And knows not what to do.

Cock a doodle doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling stick
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame has found her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling stick,
Sing doodle doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!
My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling stick
For dame and doodle doo.

As I was going up the hill,
    I met with Jack the piper;
And all the tune that he could play
    Was, 'Tie up your petticoats tighter.'
I tied them once, I tied them twice,
    I tied them three times over;
But all the song that he could sing
    Was, 'Carry me safe to Dover.'

The hart he loves the high wood,
    The hare she loves the hill;
The knight he loves his bright sword,
    The lady loves her will.
Wine and cakes for gentlemen,
    Hay and corn for horses,
A cup of ale for good old wives,
    And kisses for young lasses.


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