Oh, dear, what can the matter be, dear, dear? What can the matter be? Oh, dear, what can the matter be? Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised he'd buy me a fairing, should please me, and then for a kiss
Oh, how he'd tease me, he promised he'd bring me a bunch of blue ribbons to tie up my bonnie brown hair
Oh, dear, what can the matter be, dear, dear? What can the matter be? Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
He promised he'd bring me a basket of posies, a garland of lilies, a garland of roses
Little storehouse to set up blue ribbons to tie up my bonnie brown hair
Oh, dear, what can the matter be, dear, dear? What can the matter be? Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are
Up above the world
So high, like a diamond in the sky
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are
When the blazing sun has gone, when he nothing shines upon
Then you show your little light, twinkle, twinkle, all the night
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are
My old soul was he
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, and he called for his fiddler's tree
Every fiddler had a fiddler so fine, and a very fine fiddler had he
Oh, there's none so rare as can compare with King Cole and his fiddler's tree
Poosy Cat, Poosy Cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen
Poosy Cat, Poosy Cat, what did you there?
I got a mouse under her chair
Poosy Cat, Poosy Cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to look at the Queen
Poosy Cat, Poosy Cat, what did you there?
I got a mouse under her chair
Ring a ring of roses, it's a good thing he's there
Ring a ring of roses, it's a good thing he's there
A ring, a ring of roses, soon will come he's there

A pocket full of posies
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
The king has sent his daughter
To fetch a pail of water
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
The robin on the steeple
Is singing to the people
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
The wedding bells are ringing
The boys and girls are singing
A tissue, a tissue
We all fall down
Ride a cock horse
To Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady
Upon a white horse
Brings on her fingers
And bows on her toes
She shall have music
Wherever she goes
Ride a cock horse
To Banbury Cross
To see a fine lady
Upon a white horse
Brings on her fingers
And bows on her toes
She shall have music
Wherever she goes
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, tombez-vous, tombez-vous
Sonne le matine, sonne le matine, ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, tombez-vous, tombez-vous
Sonne le matine, sonne le matine, ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, tombez-vous, tombez-vous
Sonne le matine, sonne le matine, ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn't know what to do
She gave them some broth without any bread
Then she whipped them all round and sent them to bed
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children she didn't know what to do
She gave them some broth without any bread
Then she whipped them all round and sent them to bed
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
Oh Yankee Doodle went to town upon a little pony
And there he saw the men and boys all eating macaroni
Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and when the girls be handy
There he saw a thousand men as rich as Squire David
What they wasted every day I wish it could be saved
Yankee Doodle keep it up, Yankee Doodle dandy
Mind the music and the step and when the girls be handy