COME OUT TO PLAY

Girls and boys, come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street. 
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all. 
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A half-penny roll will serve us all. 
You find milk, and I’ll find flour,
And we’ll have a pudding in half an hour.

IF WISHES WERE HORSES

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. 
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side. 
    And if “ifs” and “ands”
    Were pots and pans,
There’d be no work for tinkers!

TO MARKET

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. 
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. 
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog. 
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

OLD CHAIRS TO MEND

If I’d as much money as I could spend,
I never would cry old chairs to mend;
Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I’d as much money as I could tell,
I never would cry old clothes to sell;
Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
I never would cry old clothes to sell.

ROBIN AND RICHARD

Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They lay in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky,
“Oh, brother Richard, the sun’s very high! 
You go before, with the bottle and bag,
And I will come after on little Jack Nag.”

A MAN AND A MAID

    There was a little man,
    Who wooed a little maid,
And he said, “Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed? 
    I have little more to say,
    So will you, yea or nay,
For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.”

    The little maid replied,
    “Should I be your little bride,
Pray what must we have for to eat, eat, eat? 
    Will the flame that you’re so rich in
    Light a fire in the kitchen? 
Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?”

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.