Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
    There was an old woman
    Tossed up in a basket
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
    Where she was going,
    I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

    Old woman, old woman,
    Old woman, quoth I,
Where are you going to up so high?
To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
    May I go with you?
    Aye, bye-and-bye.

Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
    Kitty Fisher found it;
Not a penny was there in it,
    Only ribbon round it.

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The barber shaved the mason,
    As I suppose,
    Cut off his nose,
And popped it in a basin.

There was an old woman
    called Nothing-at-all,
Who lived in a dwelling
    exceedingly small;
A man stretched his mouth
    to its utmost extent,
And down at one gulp
    house and old woman went.

Three children sliding on the ice,
    Upon a summer's day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
    The rest they ran away.
Now had these children been at home,
    Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
    They had not all been drowned.


I saw a peacock with a fiery tail,
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail;
I saw a cloud with ivy curled around,
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground;
I saw an ant swallow up a whale,
I saw a raging sea brim full of ale;
I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep,
I saw a well full of men's tears that weep;
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire,
I saw a house high as the moon, and higher;
I saw the sun at twelve o'clock at night,
I saw the man who saw this wondrous sight.
    In a cottage in Fife
    Lived a man and his wife,
Who, believe me, were comical folk;
    For, to people's surprise,
    They both saw with their eyes,
And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.
    When quite fast asleep,
    I've been told that to keep
Their eyes open they could not contrive;
    They walked on their feet,
    And 'twas thought what they eat
Helped, with drinking, to keep them alive.
If all the world was paper,
    And all the sea was ink,
If all the trees were bread and cheese,
    What should we have to drink?

      It's enough to make a man like me
      Scratch his head and think.


There was an old woman sat spinning,
And that's the first beginning;
She had a calf,
And that's half;
She took it by the tail,
And threw it over the wall,
And that's all.
There was an old woman,
    And what do you think?
She lived upon nothing
    But victuals and drink.
Victuals and drink
    Were the chief of her diet,
And yet this old woman
    Could never keep quiet.
What's the news of the day,
Good neighbour, I pray?
They say the balloon
Is gone up to the moon.
There was a man and he had nought,
    And robbers came to rob him;
He crept up to the chimney top,
    And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on the other side,
    And then they could not find him;
He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
    And never looked behind him.
There was a man of Thessaly
    And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush
    And scratched out both his eyes.
And when he saw his eyes were out,
    With all his might and main
He jumped into another bush
    And scratched them in again.

The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rocked the cradle,
The dish jumped up on the table
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
The spit that stood behind the door
Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.

Odd's-bobs! says the gridiron,
    Can't you agree?
I'm the head constable,
    Bring them to me!

I saw a fishpond all on fire,
I saw a house bow to a squire;
I saw a parson twelve feet high,
I saw a cottage near the sky;
I saw a balloon made of lead,
I saw a coffin drop down dead;
I saw two sparrows run a race,
I saw two horses making lace;
I saw a girl just like a cat,
I saw a kitten wear a hat;
I saw a man who saw these too,
And said though strange
    they all were true.
There was an old woman
    And nothing she had,
And so this old woman
    Was said to be mad.
She'd nothing to eat,
    She'd nothing to wear,
She'd nothing to lose,
    She'd nothing to fear,
She'd nothing to ask,
    And nothing to give,
And when she did die
    She'd nothing to leave.
I saw a man upon the stair,
   A little man who was not there.
He was not there again today,
   How I wish he'd go away.


If all the seas were one sea,
What a great sea that would be!
If all the trees were one tree,
What a great tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a great axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a great man that would be!
And if the great man took the great axe,
And cut down the great tree,
And let it fall into the great sea,
What a splish-splash that would be!


The little black dog ran round the house
And set the bull a-roaring,
And drove the monkey in the boat,
Who set the oars a-rowing,
And scared the cock upon the rock,
Who cracked his throat with crowing.
Anna Elise,
She jumped with surprise;
The surprise was so quick,
It played her a trick;
The trick was so rare,
She jumped on a chair;
The chair was so frail,
She jumped in a pail;
The pail was so wet,
She jumped in a net;
The net was so small,
She jumped onto a ball;
The ball was so round,
She jumped onto the ground;
And ever since then
    she's been turning around.
    Awake, arise,
    Pull out your eyes,
And hear what time of day;
    And when you have done,
    Pull out your tongue,
And see what you can say.
There was a king, and he had three daughters,
And they all lived in a basin of water;
    The basin bended,
    My story's ended.
If the basin had been stronger,
My story would have been longer.


There was an old woman
    Lived under a hill,
And if she's not gone
    She lives there still.
There was a man, he went mad,
He jumped into a paper bag;
The paper bag was too narrow,
He jumped into a wheelbarrow;
The wheelbarrow took on fire,
He jumped into a cow byre;
The cow byre was too nasty,
He jumped into an apple pasty;
The apple pasty was too sweet,
He jumped into Chester-le-Street;
Chester-le-Street was full of stones,
He fell down and broke his bones.

What's in there?
    Gold and honey.
Where's my share?
    The mousie's run away with it.
Where's the mousie?
    In her housie.
Where's her housie?
    In the wood.
Where's the wood?
    The fire burnt it.
Where's the fire?
    The water quenched it.
Where's the water?
    The brown bull drank it.
Where's the brown bull?
    Behind Burnie's hill.
Where's Burnie's hill?
    All dressed in snow.
Where's the snow?
    The sun melted it.
Where's the sun?
    High, high up in the air.

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