Humpty Dumpty, Little Bo-Peep and More Mother Goose Rhymes

Humpty Dumpty.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; All the King's horses, and all the King's men Cannot put Humpty Dumpty together again.

Little Bo-peep.

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For still they all were fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left all their tails behind 'em!

It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray Unto a meadow hard by-- There she espied their tails, side by side, All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, And over the hillocks she raced; And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, That each tail should be properly placed.

Little Boy Blue.

Little Boy Blue, come, blow your horn! The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Under the haystack, fast asleep!

Miss Muffet.

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a big spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Jack and Jill.

Jack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down, and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.

Then up Jack got and off did trot, As fast as he could caper, To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob With vinegar and brown paper.

The Cat and the Fiddle.

Hey, diddle, diddle! The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon.

The Mouse and the Clock.

Hickory, dickory, dock! The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run, Hickory, dickory, dock!

Old King Cole.

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three! And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he. "Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

Little Jack Horner.

Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating of Christmas pie: He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary.

Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? Silver bells and cockle-shells, And pretty maids all of a row.

Sing a Song of Sixpence.

Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie!

When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; When down came a blackbird And snapped off her nose.

Wee Willie Winkie.

Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown; Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, "Are the children in their beds? Now it's eight o'clock."

Peter Piper.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers; A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked. If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe.

One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Knock at the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good, fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, My plate's empty.

Old Mother Hubbard.

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To give her poor dog a bone; But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread; When she came back The dog was dead.

She went to the undertaker's To buy him a coffin; When she got back The dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish To get him some tripe; When she came back He was smoking a pipe.

She went to the alehouse To get him some beer; When she came back The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern For white wine and red; When she came back The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter's To buy him a hat; When she came back He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's To buy him a wig; When she came back He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's To buy him some fruit; When she came back He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's To buy him a coat; When she came back He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's To buy him some shoes; When she came back He was reading the news.

She went to the sempster's To buy him some linen; When she came back The dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's To buy him some hose; When she came back He was dressed in his clothes.

The dame made a curtsy, The dog made a bow; The dame said, "Your servant," The dog said, "Bow-wow."

Pat-a-cake.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Baker's man! So I do, master, As fast as I can.

Pat it, and prick it, And mark it with T, Put it in the oven For Tommy and me.

The end.

From The Real Mother Goose (illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright, 1916). The original text, in the public domain, from Project Gutenberg (eBook #10607).