Hey! diddle, diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed to see such sport.
And the dish ran after the spoon.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown.
And Jill came tumbling after.
Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn.
There was a fat man of Bombay,
Who was smoking one sunshiny day,
When a bird called a snipe,
Flew away with his pipe,
Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
Home again, home again, dancing a jig:
Ride to market to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog.
Came down too soon,
To inquire his way to Norwich.
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease porridge.
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
He'll sit in a barn,
And to keep himself warm,
Will hide his head under his wing,
Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl,
And if the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.