Cocks crow
Cocks crow in the morn
To tell us to rise,
And he who lies late
Will never be wise;
For early to bed
And early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy
And wealthy and wise
Cock Robin
Cock Robin got up early,
At the break of day,
And went to Jennyâ??s window
To sing a roundelay.
He sang Cock ROBINâ??s love
To little Jenny Wren,
And when he unto the end
Then he began again.
Cock a doodle doo (2)
Cock-a-doodle-do!
My dame has lost her shoe,
My masterâ??s lost his fiddle-stick
And knows not what to do.Cock-a-doodle-do!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddle-stick,
Sheâ??ll dance without her shoe.
Cock a doodle doo (1)
Oh, my pretty cock, oh, my handsome cock,
I pray you, do not crow before day,
And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,
And your wings of the silver so, gray.
The cock and the hen
â??Cock, cock, cock, cock,
Iâ??ve laid an egg,
Am I to gang ba-are-foot?â??â??Hen, hen, hen, hen,
Iâ??ve been up and down
To every shop, in town,
And cannot find a shoe
To fit your foot,
If Iâ??d crow my hea-art out.â??
A cock and a bull story
The cockâ??s on the housetop blowing his horn;
The bullâ??s in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.
Cobbler mend my shoe
Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe,
Get it done by half-past two.
Do it neat, and do it strong,
And I will pay you when itâ??s done.
Cobbler, cobbler
Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe,
Get it done by half past two.
Half past two is much too late!
Get it done by half past eight.
The coachman
Up at Piccadilly, oh!
The coachman takes his stand,
And when he meets a pretty girl
He takes her by the hand.
Whip away forever, oh!
Drive away so clever, oh!
All the way to Bristol, oh!
He drives her four-in-hand.
The clock
Thereâ??s a neat little clock,
In the schoolroom it stands,
And it points to the time
With its two little hands. And may we, like the clock,
Keep a face clean and bright,
With hands ever ready
To do what is right.
The clever hen
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed me the dishes and kept the house clean;
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home in less than an hour;
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire and told many a fine tale.
Clap handies
Clap, clap handies,
Mammieâ??s wee, wee ain;
Clap, clap handies,
Daddieâ??s cominâ?? hame,
Hame till his bonny wee bit laddie;
Clap, clap handies,
My wee, wee ain.CUSHY COW
Cushy cow, bonny, let down thy milk,
And I will give thee a gown of silk;
A gown of silk and a silver tee,
If thou wilt let down thy milk to me.
Chuck chuck
“Chuck, chuck, chuck, chuck”
Good morning, pretty hen.
How many chickens
Have you got?
Madam, I’ve got ten.
Three of them are yellow,
And three of them
Are brown,
And four of them
Are black-and-white,
The nicest in the town.
Christmas treasures
I count my treasures o’er with care,–
The little toy my darling knew,
A little sock of faded hue,
A little lock of golden hair.
Long years ago this holy time,
My little one–my all to me-
Sat robed in white upon my knee,
And heard the merry Christmas chime.
“Tell me, my little golden-head,
If Santa Claus should come to-night,
What shall he bring my baby bright,–
What treasure for my boy?” I said.
And then he named this little toy,
While in his round and mournful eyes
There came a look of sweet surprise,
That spake his quiet, trustful joy.
And as he lisped his evening prayer
He asked the boon with childish grace;
Then, toddling to the chimney-place,
He hung this little stocking there.
That night, while lengthening shadows crept,
I saw the white-winged angels come
With singing to our lowly home
And kiss my darling as he slept.
They must have heard his little prayer,
For in the morn, with rapturous face,
He toddled to the chimney-place,
And found this little treasure there.
They came again one Christmas-tide,–
That angel host, so fair and white;
And, singing all that glorious night,
They lured my darling from my side.
A little sock, a little toy,
A little lock of golden hair,
The Christmas music on the air,
A watching for my baby boy!
But if again that angel train
And golden-head come back for me,
To bear me to Eternity,
My watching will not be in vain.
Christmas Eve (2)
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
The evening shades are falling,—
Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear
The voice of the Master calling?
Deep lies the snow upon the earth,
But all the sky is ringing
With joyous song, and all night long
The stars shall dance, with singing.
Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
And close thine eyes in dreaming,
And angels fair shall lead thee where
The singing stars are beaming.
A shepherd calls his little lambs,
And he longeth to caress them;
He bids them rest upon his breast,
That his tender love may bless them.
So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul,
Whilst evening shades are falling,
And above the song of the heavenly throng
Thou shalt hear the Master calling.
Christmas Eve (1)
H! oh! Oh! Look at the snow,
Over the garden way.
So deep and so white, It has fallen all night;
We cannot go out to-day!
So weâ??ll have a good game with Dandy,
warm in the cosy house,
And then when the twilight gathers,
weâ??ll talk of old Santa Claus.
Weâ??ll sit by the flames together,
and hear how they roar and sing,
And picture the old man coming,
and wonder what he will bring.
We never shall hear his footsteps,
for the snow will hush their tread,
But heâ??ll come to us just as ever,
if the stockings are by the bed.
And heâ??ll bring us the prettiest presents,
just as he used to do,
For he never forgets the children
as long as they trust him true!
Christmas (2)
Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat,
Please to put a penny in an old manâ??s hat;
If you havenâ??t got a penny a haâ??penny will do,
If you havenâ??t got a haâ??penny, God bless you.
Children picking up our bones
Children picking up our bones
Will never know that these were once
As quick as foxes on the hill
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