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Rutterkin

Rutterkin is come unto our town
In a cloak without coat or gown,
Save a ragged hood to cover his crown,
Like a rutter hoyda.

Rutterkin can speak no English,
His tongue runneth all on buttered fish,
Besmeared with grease about his dish,
Like a rutter hoyda.

Rutterkin shall bring you all good luck,
A stoup of beer up at a pluck,
Till his brain be as wise as a duck,
Like a rutter hoyda.

Rumpelstiltskin

Merrily the feast I’ll make,
Today I’ll brew, tomorrow bake.

Merrily I’ll dance and sing,
For next day will a stranger bring.

Little does my Lady dream,
Rumpelstiltskin is my name!

Rules for behaviour

Hearts, like doors, will open with ease
To very, very little keys,
And don’t forget that two of these
Are I thank you and If you please.
Come when you’re called,
Do what you’re bid,
Close the door after you,
Never be chid.
Seldom can’t,
Seldom don’t;
Never shan’t,
Never won’t.

Rub-a-dub-dub

Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,
They all jumped out of a rotten potato,
‘Twas enough to make a man stare.

Rub a dub dub

Rub a dub dub,
Three men in a tub;
And who do you think they be?
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker;
Turn ‘em out, knaves all three!

Rub-a-dub-dub,
Three men in a tub,
And how do you think they got there?
They all jumped out of a rotten potato,
‘Twas enough to make a man stare.

Rub a dub dub

Rub a dub dub,
Three men in a tub;
The butcher, the baker,
The candlestick-maker;
And they all jumped out
of a rotten potato.

Row, row, row your boat

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily, merrily
life is but a dream.

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
If you see a crocodile,
don’t forget to scream.

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily merrily, merrily
life is but a dream.

Round and round the rugged rock

Round and round the rugged rock
The ragged rascal ran,
How many R’s are in that?
Tell me if you can.

Round and round the garden

Round and round the garden
Like a teddy bear,
One step, two step,
Tickle him under there.

Rosy apple, lemon, or pear

Rosy apple, lemon, or pear,
Bunch of roses she shall wear;
Gold and silver by her side,
I know who will be the bride.

Take her by her lily-white hand,
Lead her to the altar;
Give her kisses–one, two, three
Mother’s runaway daughter.

Roses are red

Lilies are white,
Rosemary’s green,
When I am king,
You shall be queen.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet
And so are you.

Roses

The rose is red,
the violet’s blue,
The pink is sweet,
and so are you!

Rose and Lily

Rose dreamed she was a lily,
Lily dreamed she was a rose;
Robin dreamed he was a sparrow;
What the owl dreamed no one knows.

But they all woke up together
As happy as could be.
Said each: “You’re lovely, neighbour,
But I’m very glad I’m me.”

Roistering

Whistle or wassail about town,
Got any apples? Throw them down!
Cups white, ale brown,
Barrels made of ivy tree,
Come all you lads and drink with me.

Up the ladder and down the wall,
Half a peck will serve us all;
If you’ll buy eggs, we’ll buy flour,
And we’ll have a pudding
As big as a tower.

Rock-a-by, baby

Rock-a-by, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen;
And Betty’s a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny’s a drummer, and drums for the king.

Rock a bye baby

Rock a bye baby on the tree top,
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come the cradle, baby and all.

Rock-a-bye, baby

Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father’s a nobleman, mother’s a queen;
And Betty’s a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny’s a drummer, and drums for the king.

The Robins

A robin and a robin’s son
Once went to town to buy a bun.
They couldn’t decide on plum or plain,
And so they went back home again.

The Robin

The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then,
Poor thing ?
He’ll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!

Robin Redbreast

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went Pussy-Cat, down went he,
Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran,
Says little Robin Redbreast: “Catch me if you can!
Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,
Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.
Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say?
Pussy-Cat said: “Mew, mew, mew,” and Robin flew away.

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