Where Are You Going Where are you going, my pretty maid? “I’m going a-milking, sir,” she said. May I go with you, my pretty maid?…
Sing a Song of Sixpence Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the…
One Two Buckle My Shoe One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, knock at the door; Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them…
Mary Mary Quite Contrary Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells, And pretty maids all in a…