Lullay lullay
My little sweet darling, my comfort and joy,
Sing lullaby, lully;
In beauty excelling the princess of Troy;
Now, suck, child, and sleep,
child, thy mother’s sweet boy,
The gods bless and keep thee from cruel annoy;
Sweet baby, sing lullaby, lully.
With lullay, lullay, like a child,
Thou sleep’st too long, thou art beguiled.
My darling dear, my daisy flower,
Let me, quoth me, lie in your lap.
Lie still, quoth she, my paramour,
Lie still hardly, and take a nap.
His head was heavy, such was his hap,
All drowsy dreaming, drowned in sleep,
That of his love he took no keep,
With hey lullay, lullay, like a child,
Thou sleep’st too long, thou art beguiled.
Lucy Locket lost her pocket
Lucy Locket lost her pocket,
Kitty Fisher found it;
Nothing in it, nothing in it,
But the binding round it.
Lovely dresses and ribbons and laces
Lovely dresses and ribbons and laces;
Yellow shoes that are grand to wear on the sand,
And sun bonnets to cover are faces.
The lost shoe
Doodle doodle doo,
The Princess lost her shoe:
Her Highness hopped,-
The fiddler stopped,
Not knowing what to do.
Lost lost lost
Timothy Rose, Right down to his nose
One day got lost in his hat, hat, hat.
And I suppose ‘T would have reached to his toes,
If his cheeks were not so fat, fat, fat.
And nobody knows Where Timothy goes,
Since the day he got lost like that, that, that.
Looking glass river
Smooth it glides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam,
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
Sailing blossoms, silver fishes,
Paven pools as clear as air,
How a child wishes
To live down there!
We can see our colored faces
Floating on the shaken pool
Down in cool places,
Dim and very cool;
Till a wind or water wrinkle,
Dipping marten, plumping trout,
Spreads in a twinkle
And blots all out.
See the rings pursue each other;
All below grows black as night,
Just as if mother
Had blown out the light!
Patience, children, just a minute,
See the spreading circles die;
The stream and all in it
Will clear by-and-by.
Looking forward
When I am grown to man’s estate
I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.
Long ago
I once knew all the birds that came
And nested in our orchard trees,
For every flower I had a name–
My friends were woodchucks, toads, and bees;
I knew where thrived in yonder glen
What plants would soothe a stone-bruised toe–
Oh, I was very learned then,
But that was very long ago.
I knew the spot upon the hill
Where checkerberries could be found,
I knew the rushes near the mill
Where pickerel lay that weighed a pound!
I knew the wood–the very tree
Where lived the poaching, saucy crow,
And all the woods and crows knew me–
But that was very long ago.
And pining for the joys of youth,
I tread the old familiar spot
Only to learn this solemn truth:
I have forgotten, am forgot.
Yet here’s this youngster at my knee
Knows all the things I used to know;
To think I once was wise as he!–
But that was very long ago.
I know it’s folly to complain
Of whatsoe’er the fates decree,
Yet, were not wishes all in vain,
I tell you what my wish should be:
I’d wish to be a boy again,
Back with the friends I used to know.
For I was, oh, so happy then–
But that was very long ago!
London’s burning
London’s burning, London’s burning.
Fetch the engines, fetch the engines.
Fire fire, Fire Fire!
Pour on water, pour on water.
London’s burning, London’s burning
London Town
See-saw, sacaradown,
Which is the way to London Town?
One foot up, and one foot down,
That is the way to London Town.
London fisherman
There was a jolly fisherman
And he came down from Billingsgate,
To catch a bloater or a gay mack-er-el;
When he got to pimlioco
The wind began to blowco,
The boat went wibbly-wobbly
And overboard he fell.
London Bridge is falling down
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay wood and clay
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
My fair lady.
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
Will not stay, will not stay,
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
My fair lady.
Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair lady.
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair lady.
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Stolen away, stolen away,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
My fair lady.
Set a man to watch all night,
Watch all night, watch all night,
Set a man to watch all night,
My fair lady.
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Should fall asleep, should fall asleep,
Suppose the man should fall asleep,
My fair lady.
Give him a pipe to smoke all night.
Smoke all night. smoke all night.
Give him a pipe to smoke all night.
My fair lady.
London Bridge is broken down
London Bridge is broken down,
Dance over my Ladye Lee,
London Bridge is broken down
With a gay ladye.
How shall we build it up again?
Dance over my Ladye Lee;
How shall we build it up again
With a gay Ladye?
Silver and gold will be stole away,
Dance over my Ladye Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,
With a gay Ladye.
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Dance over my Ladye Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow
With a gay Ladye.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance over my Ladye Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay Ladye.
Build it up with stone as strong,
Dance over my Ladye Lee,
Huzza! “Twill last for ages long,
With a gay Ladye.
London Bridge
London Bridge is broken down,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
London Bridge is broken down,
With a gay lady.
How shall we build it up again?
Dance over my Lady Lee;
How shall we build it up again?
With a gay lady.
Build it up with silver and gold,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with silver and gold,
With a gay lady.
Silver and gold will be stole away,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Silver and gold will be stole away,
With a gay lady.
Build it up with iron and steel,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with iron and steel,
With a gay lady.
Iron and steel will bend and bow
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Iron and steel will bend and bow
With a gay lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Build it up with wood and clay,
With a gay lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Wood and clay will wash away,
With a gay lady.
Build it up with stone so strong,
Dance over my Lady Lee;
Huzza! ‘twill last for ages long,
With a gay lady.
London bells
Gay go up and gay go down
To Ring the Bells of London Town
“Oranges and Lemons” say the Bells of St. Clements
“Bullseyes and Targets” say the Bells of St. Margaret’s
“Brickbats and Tiles” say the Bells of St. Giles
“Halfpence and Farthings” say the Bells of St. Martin’s
“Pancakes and Fritters” say the Bells of St. Peter’s
“Two Sticks and an Apple” say the Bells of Whitechapel
“Maids in white aprons” say the Bells at St. Katherine’s
“Pokers and Tongs” say the Bells of St. John’s
“Kettles and Pans” say the Bells of St. Anne’s
“Old Father Baldpate” say the slow Bells of Aldgate
“You owe me Ten Shillings” say the Bells of St. Helen’s
“When will you Pay me?” say the Bells of Old Bailey
“When I grow Rich” say the Bells of Shoreditch
“Pray when will that be?” say the Bells of Stepney
“I do not know” say the Great Bell of Bow
Gay go up and gay go down
To Ring the Bells of London Town.
Lock and key
“I am a gold lock.”
“I am a gold key.”
“I am a silver lock.”
“I am a silver key.”
“I am a brass lock.”
“I am a brass key.
“I am a lead lock.”
“I am a lead key.
“I am a don lock.”
“I am a don key!
Little white feathers
Little white feathers,
Filling the air–
Little white feathers,
How came ye there?
“We come from the cloud-birds
Sailing so high;
They’re shaking their white wings
Up in the sky.”
Little white feathers,
How swift you go!
Little white snowflakes,
I love you so!
“We are swift because
We have work to do;
But hold up your face,
And we’ll kiss you true.”
Little Tom Tucker
Little Tom Tucker
Sings for his supper.
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How will he cut it
Without e’er a knife?
How will he be married
Without e’er a wife?
Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Little Tommy Tittlemouse.
Lived in a little house,
He caught fishes,
In other men’s ditches.
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