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Nursery Rhymes - D Alphabet
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DAFFODILS
Daffy-down-dilly has come to town
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
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DANCE TO YOUR DADDIE
Dance to your daddie,
My bonnie laddie;
Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb;
You shall get a fishy,
On a little dishy;
You shall get a fishy, when the boat comes home
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DANCE, LITTLE BABY
Dance, little Baby, dance up high!
Never mind, Baby, Mother is by.
Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little Baby, there you go!
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round;
Dance, little Baby and Mother will sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!
DANCE, THUMBKIN DANCE
Dance, Thumbkin, dance;
( keep the thumb in motion
Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
( all the fingers in motion
For Thumbkin, he can dance alone,
( the thumb alone moving
Thumbkin, he can dance alone.
( the thumb alone moving
Dance, Foreman, dance,
( the first finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
( all moving
But Foreman, he can dance alone,
( the first finger moving
Foreman, he can dance alone.
( the first finger moving
Dance, Longman, dance,
( the second finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, everyone.
( all moving
For Longman, he can dance alone,
( the second finger moving
Longman, he can dance alone.
( the second finger moving
Dance, Ringman, dance,
( the third finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, dance.
( all moving
But Ringman cannot dance alone,
( the third finger moving
Ringman, he cannot dance alone.
( the third finger moving
Dance, Littleman, dance,
( the fourth finger moving
Dance, ye merrymen, dance.
( all moving
But Littleman, he can dance alone,
( the fourth finger moving
Littleman, he can dance alone.
( the fourth finger moving
A DIFFICULT RHYME
What is the rhyme for porringer?
The king he had a daughter fair,
And gave the Prince of Orange her.
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DAME TROT AND HER CAT
Dame Trot and her cat
Led a peaceable life,
When they were not troubled
With other folks' strife.
When Dame had her dinner
Pussy would wait,
And was sure to receive
A nice piece from her plate.
DAPPLE-GRAY
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-Gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire. |
THE DEATH AND BURIAL OF POOR COCK ROBIN
Who killed Cock Robin?
"I," said the sparrow,
"With my little bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin."
Who saw him die?
"I," said the fly,
"With my little eye,
I saw him die."
Who caught his blood?
"I," said the fish,
"With my little dish,
I caught his blood."
Who'll make his shroud?
"I," said the beetle,
"With my thread and needle.
I'll make his shroud."
Who'll carry the torch?
"I," said the linnet,
"I'll come in a minute,
I'll carry the torch."
Who'll be the clerk?
"I," said the lark,
"If it's not in the dark,
I'll be the clerk."
Who'll dig his grave?
"I," said the owl,
"With my spade and trowel
I'll dig his grave."
Who'll be the parson?
"I," said the rook,
"With my little book,
I'll be the parson."
Who'll be chief mourner?
"I," said the dove,
"I mourn for my love,
I'll be chief mourner."
Who'll sing a psalm?
"I," said the thrush,
"As I sit in a bush.
I'll sing a psalm."
Who'll carry the coffin?
"I," said the kite,
"If it's not in the night,
I'll carry the coffin."
Who'll toll the bell?
"I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull,
I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air
Fell sighing and sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll
For poor Cock Robin.
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THE DERBY RAM
As I was going to Derby all on a market-day,
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay;
Upon hay, upon hay, upon hay;
I met the finest ram, sir, that ever was fed upon hay.
This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more;
No more, no more, no more;
This ram was ten yards round, sir; indeed, he was no more.
The horns that grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
The sky, the sky, the sky;
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky.
The tail that grew from his back, sir, was six yards and an ell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell;
The bell, the bell, the bell;
And it was sent to Derby to toll the market bell.
DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on,
One stocking off, and one stocking on;
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
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