One, Two-buckle my shoe;
Three, Four-open the door;
Five, Six-pick up sticks;
Seven. Eight-lay them straight;

Nine, Ten-a good fat hen;

Eleven, Twelve-I hope you're well.

Thirteen, Fourteen-draw the curtain ;

Fifteen, Sixteen-the maid's in the kitchen;
Seventeen, Eighteen-she's in waiting.
Nineteen Twenty-my stomach's empty.

Snail, Snail,

Come out of your hole,

Or else I'll beat you black as a coa.

Snail, Snail,

Put out your head,

Or else I'll beat you till

you're dead

B

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, Now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches.

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.