Here’s the church

Here’s the church and there’s the steeple.
Open the door and see all the people.
Here’s the parson going upstairs.
And here he is saying his prayers.

Here’s Sulky Sue

Here’s Sulky Sue,
What shall we do?
Turn her face to the wall
Till she comes to.

Here we go

Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy
And here we go backwards and forward
And here we go round, round, roundy.

Here we go around the mulberry bush

Here we go around the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,
Here we go ’round the mulberry bush,
So early in the morning.

This is the way we wash our clothes,
Wash our clothes, wash our clothes,
This is the way we wash our clothes,
So early Monday morning.

This is the way we iron our clothes,
Iron our clothes, iron our clothes,
This is the way we iron our clothes,
So early Tuesday morning.

This is the way we sweep the floor,
Sweep the floor, sweep the floor,
This is the way we sweep the floor,
So early Wednesday morning.

This is the way we mend our clothes,
Mend our clothes, mend our clothes,
This is the way we mend our clothes,
So early Thursday morning.

This is the way we clean the house,
Clean the house, clean the house,
This is the way we clean the house,
So early Friday morning.

This is the way we bake our bread,
Bake our bread, bake our bread,
This is the way we bake our bread,
So early Saturday morning.

This is the way we get dressed up,
Get dressed up, get dressed up,
This is the way we get dressed up,
So early Sunday morning.

Here we go round a ginger ring

Here we go round a ginger ring,
A ginger ring, a ginger ring:
Here we go round a ginger ring,
Around about merry my Tansy.

A bowlful of nuts we sat down to crack,
Sat down to crack, sat down crack
A bowlful of nuts we sat down to crack
Around about merry my Tansy.

What will you give us to tell his name,
To tell his names to tell his name,
What will you give us to tell his name,
Around about merry my Tansy?

The last time is the catching time,
The catching time, the catching time;
The last time is the catching

Here we go gathering nuts in May

Here we go gathering nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May.
Here we go gathering nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.

Who will you have for nuts in May,
Nuts in May, nuts in May?
Who will you have for nuts in May,
On a cold and frosty morning.

Who will you send to fetch her away,
Fetch her away, fetch her away?
Who will you send to fetch her away,
On a cold and frosty morning?

Wills and Jack will fetch her away,
Fetch her away, fetch her away,
Wills and Jack will fetch her away,
On a cold and frosty morning.

Here sits the Lord Mayor

Here sits the Lord Mayor,
Here sits his two men,
Here sits the cock,
Here sits the hen,
Here sit the little chickens,
Here they run in.
Chin-chopper, chin-chopper,
Chin-chopper, chin!

Here lies our mutton eating King

Here lies our mutton eating King
Whose word no man relies on,
Who never said a foolish thing,
Nor ever did a wise one.

Here is the church ryhme

Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple
Open the door and see all the people.
Here’s the parson going upstairs,
And here he is saying his prayers.

Here goes my lord

Here goes my lord,
A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
Here goes my lady,
A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter! Here goes my young master,
Jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch!
Here goes my young miss,
An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!

The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine,
And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.

Heigh-ho, the carrion crow

A carrion crow sat on an oak,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
Watching a tailor shape his cloak;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

The tailor he shot, and missed his mark,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
And shot his own sow quite through the heart;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

Wife! bring brandy in a spoon,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!
For our old sow is in a swoon;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow,
Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!

Heigh, diddle, diddle

Heigh, 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.

Hector Protector

Hector Protector was dressed all in green;
Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
The Queen did not like him,
No more did the King;
So Hector Protector was sent back again.

Head, shoulders, knees and toes

Head, shoulders, knees and toes,
Knees and toes.
Head, shoulders, knees and toes,
Knees and toes.
And eyes, and ears, and mouth, and nose.
Head, shoulders, knees and toes,
Knees and toes.

He comes in the night

He comes in the night! He comes in the night!
He softly, silently comes;
While the little brown heads on the pillows so white
Are dreaming of bugles and drums.

He cuts through the snow like a ship through the foam,
While the white flakes around him whirl;
Who tells him I know not, but he findeth the home
Of each good little boy and girl.

His sleigh it is long, and deep, and wide;
It will carry a host of things,
While dozens of drums hang over the side,
With the sticks sticking under the strings.

And yet not the sound of a drum is heard,
Not a bugle blast is blown,
As he mounts to the chimney-top like a bird,
And drops to the hearth like a stone.

The little red stockings he silently fills
Till the stockings will hold no more;
The bright little sleds for the great snow hills
Are quickly set down on the floor.

Then Santa Claus mounts to the roof like a bird,
And glides to his seat in the sleigh;
Not the sound of a bugle or drum is heard
As he noiselessly gallops away.

He rides to the East, and he rides to the West,
Of his goodies he touches not one;
He eateth the crumbs of the Christmas feast
When the dear little folks are done.

Old Santa Claus doeth all he can,
This beautiful mission is his;
Then, children, be good to the little old man
When you find who the little man is.

The hart

The hart he loves the high wood,
The hare she loves the hill;
The Knight he loves his bright sword,
The Lady-loves her will.

Hark, hark! the dogs do bark

Hark, hark! the dogs do bark!
Beggars are coming to town:
Some in jags, and some in rags
And some in velvet gown.

Hark hark the dogs do bark

Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town;
Some in rags and some in jags,
And some in velvet gowns

Happy thought

The world is so full of a number of things,
I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.

Happy hearts and happy faces

Happy hearts and happy faces,
Happy play in grassy places,
That was how in ancient ages,
Children grew to kings and sages.

But the unkind and the unruly,
And the sort who eat unduly,
They must never hope for glory,
Their is quite a different story!

Cruel children, crying babies,
All grow up as geese and gabies,
Hated, as their age increases,
By their nephews and their nieces.