Gilly Silly Jarter Goosey, goosey, gander Formed long ago, yet made to-day Gay go up and gay go down Giles Collins he said to his old mother Girls and boys, come out to play Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em Good horses, bad horses Good-morrow to you, father Go to bed first, a golden purse Go to bed, Tom Gray goose and gander Great A, little a 87 Four-and-twenty tailors went to kill a snail 173 112 161 151 215 146 124 131 199, 200 56 207 173 24 Here comes a poor woman from baby-land 132 221 Here sits the Lord Mayor 217 I can weave diaper thick, thick, thick If all the world was apple-pie If I'd as much money as I could spend If you love me, pop and fly I had a little castle upon the sea-side I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell 210 215 224 205 139 68 231 98 206 170 174 I had a little hobby horse, and it was well shod 170 165 I had a little moppet 204 I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear 16 I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep Intery, mintery, cutery corn I saw a peacock with a fiery tail I saw a ship a-sailing I sell you the key of the king's garden I went out in the garden to water my knot 234 I went to the toad that lies under the wall. King Charles walked and talked King's Sutton is a pretty town Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home Lavenders blue, dilly, dilly, lavenders green Leg over leg Lend me thy mare to ride a mile 92 198 178 228 214 234 Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born? 212 154 Little General Monk 22 Little girl, little girl, where have you been? 214 Little Jack Dandiprat was my first suitor 160 31 Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou? 163 * 177 149 167 204 210 229 75 91 Madam, I am come to court you Make three-fourths of a cross Master I have, and I am his man Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John Miss one, two, and three, could never agree My dear, do you know 164 218 158 98 26 58 60 238 My father and mother My father he died, but I can't tell you how My father he left me, just as he was able 196 80 98 Oh, madam, I will give you the keys of Canterbury 236 Oh, mother, I shall be married to Mr. Punchinello O the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller 163 137 159 Old woman, old woman, shall we go a shearing?. 100 Once I saw a little bird. 178 On Christmas eve 1 turn'd the spit 49 One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns |