Yankee Doodle went to town

A-riding on a pony

Stuck a feather in his hat

And Called it macaroni.

Yankee Doodle keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the music and the step

And with the girls be handy.

Father and I went down to camp

Along with Captain Gooding

And there we saw the men and boys

As thick as hasty pudding.

Yankee Doodle keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the music and the step

And with the girls be handy

There was Captain Washington

Upon a slapping stallion

A-giving orders to his men

I guess there was a million.

Yankee Doodle, keep it up

Yankee Doodle dandy

Mind the music and the step

And with the girls be handy.

Wear you a hat, or wear you a crown,

All that goes up must surely come down.

Twinkle twinkle little star,

How I wonder what you are?

Up above the world so high ,

Like a diamond in the sky

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,

’till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark

Lights the traveller in the dark,

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle little star.

Three wise men of Gotham

Went to sea in a bowl;

If the bowl had been stronger,

My song would have been longer.

There were two blackbirds,

Sitting on a hill,

The one named Jack,

The other named Jill,

Fly away Jack!

Fly away Jill!

Come again, Jack!

Come again Jill!

There was a crooked man,

Who walked a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence,

Against a crooked stile.

He bought a crooked cat,

Which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together,

In a crooked little house.

Tom Tom the pipers son,

Stole a pig and away he ran,

The pig was eat and Tom was beat,

And Tom went roaring down the street.

Tom, he was a piper’s son,

He learned to play when he was young,

And the all the tune that he could play,

Was, “Over the hills and far away”;

Over the hills and a great way off,

The wind shall blow my top-knot off.

Tom with his pipe made such a noise,

That he pleased both the girls and boys,

And they stopped to hear him play,

“Over the hills and far away.”

Tom with his pipe did play with such a skill

That those who heard him could never keep still;

As soon as he played they began to dance,

Even pigs on their hind legs would prance.

As dolly was milking her cow one day,

Tom took his pipe and began for to play,

So Doll and the cow danced “The Cheshire Round,”

Till the pail was broken and the milk ran on the ground.

He met old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,

He used his pipe and she used her legs;

She danced about till the eggs were all broke,

She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

Tom saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,

Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;

He took out his pipe and he played them a tune,

And the poor donkey’s load was lightened full soon.

Trip upon trenchers,

And dance upon dishes,

My mother sent me for some bawn, some bawn:

She bid me tread lightly

And come again quickly,

For fear the young men should do me some harm.

Yet didn’t you see,

Yet didn’t you see,

What naughty tricks they put upon me;

They broke my pitcher,

And spilt the water,

And huffed my mother,

And chid her daughter,

And kissed my sister instead of me.

This little piggy went to market,

This little piggy stayed at home,

This little piggy had roast beef,

This little piggy had none.

And this little piggy went…

“Wee wee wee” all the way home…

Thirty days hath September,

April, June and November;

February has twenty eight alone,

All the rest have thirty-one,

Except in Leap Year, that’s the time,

When February’s Days are twenty-nine.

Variations

Except February alone,

Which has four and twenty-four,

And every fourth year, one day more.