Crow Scare

Away, birds, away,
Take a little, and leave a little,
And do not come again;
For if you do,
I will shoot you through,
And there is an end of you.

The ants go marching one by one,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching one by one,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching one by one,
The little one stops to suck her thumb,
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching two by two,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching two by two,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching two by two,
The little one stops to tie her shoe.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching three by three,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching three by three,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching three by three,
The little one stops to ride a bee.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching four by four,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching four by four,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching four by four,
The little one stops to ask for more.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching five by five,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching five by five,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching five by five,
The little one stops to jump and dive.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching six by six,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching six by six,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching six by six,
The little one stops to pick up sticks.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching seven by seven,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching seven by seven,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching seven by seven,
The little one stops to write with a pen.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching eight by eight,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching eight by eight,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching eight by eight,
The little one stops to rollerskate.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching nine by nine,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching nine by nine,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching nine by nine,
The little one stops to drink and dine.
And they all go marching down,
To the ground;
To get out, of the rain,
Boom, boom, boom, boom!

The ants go marching ten by ten,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching ten by ten,
Hurray! Hurray!
The ants go marching ten by ten,
The little one stops to shout THE END

As I was sitting in my chair,
I knew the bottom wasn’t there,
Nor legs nor back, but I JUST SAT,
Ignoring little things like that.

Hill

As I was going up the hill
I met with Jack the Piper,
And all the tunes that he could play
Was ‘Tie up your petticoats tighter.’

I tied them once, I tied them twice,
I tied them three times over,
And all the songs that he could sing
Was ‘Carry me safe to Dover.’

St Ives

As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives
And every wife had seven sacks
And every sack had seven cats
And every cat had seven kits
Kits, cats, sacks, wives
How many were going to St Ives?

Going Along

As I was going along, along,
A-singing a comical song, song, song,
The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
And the song that I sang was so long, long, long,
And so I went singing along.

Myself

As I walked by myself,
And talked by myself.
Myself said unto me:
Look to thyself,
Take care of thyself,
For nobody cares for thee.

I answered myself,
And said to myself.
In the selfsame repartee:
Look to thyself,
Or not look to thyself,
The self same thing will be!

Sycamore Tree

As I sat under a sycamore tree,
A sycamore tree, a sycamore tree,
I looked me out upon the sea
On Christ’s Sunday at morn.

I saw three ships a-sailing there,
A-sailing there, a sailing there,
Jesus Mary and Joseph they bare
On Christ’s Sunday at morn.

Joseph did whistle and Mary did sing,
Mary did sing, Mary did sing,
And all the bells on earth did ring
For joy our lord was born.

O they sailed in to Bethlehem,
To Bethlehem, to Bethlehem;
St Michael was the steersman,
St John sat in the horn.

And all the bells on earth did ring,
On earth did ring, on earth did ring;
‘Welcome be thou Heaven’s King,
On Christ’s Sunday at morn.’

Green Grass

Around the green gravel the grass grows green,
And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen;
Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk,
And write their names with a pen and ink.

Teddy Bear

Round and round the garden,
Like a teddy bear.
One step, two step,
Tickle you under there!