# Mother Goose: The Three Sons

- Source: The Real Mother Goose (mother-goose.gutenberg.org), Public domain, Blanche Fisher Wright, illustrator, 1916, via Project Gutenberg
- Reading level: Ages 4 to 6
- Subjects: Poems, Animals
- Topics: shoe, belleisle, called, cock-a-doodle-do, cole, fiddlers
- Length: 326 words, about 2 min
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There was an old woman had three sons,  
Jerry and James and John,  
Jerry was hanged, James was drowned,  
John was lost and never was found;  
And there was an end of her three sons,  
Jerry and James and John!

## The Blacksmith

"Robert Barnes, my fellow fine,  
Can you shoe this horse of mine?"  
"Yes, good sir, that I can,  
As well as any other man;  
There's a nail, and there's a prod,  
Now, good sir, your horse is shod."

## Two Gray Kits

The two gray kits,  
And the gray kits' mother,  
All went over  
The bridge together.  
The bridge broke down,  
They all fell in;  
"May the rats go with you,"  
Says Tom Bolin.

## 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 straight;  
Nine, ten,  
A good, fat hen;  
Eleven, twelve,  
Dig and delve;  
Thirteen, fourteen,  
Maids a-courting;  
Fifteen, sixteen,  
Maids in the kitchen;  
Seventeen, eighteen,  
Maids a-waiting;  
Nineteen, twenty,  
My plate's empty.

## Cock-A-Doodle-Do!

Cock-a-doodle-do!  
My dame has lost her shoe,  
My master's lost his fiddle-stick  
And knows not what to do.  
Cock-a-doodle-do!  
What is my dame to do?  
Till master finds his fiddle-stick,  
She'll dance without her shoe.

## Pairs Or Pears

Twelve pairs hanging high,  
Twelve knights riding by,  
Each knight took a pear,  
And yet left a dozen there.

## Belleisle

At the siege of Belleisle  
I was there all the while,  
All the while, all the while,  
At the siege of Belleisle.

## Old King Cole

Old King Cole  
Was a merry old soul,  
And a merry old soul was he;  
He called for his pipe,  
And he called for his bowl,  
And he called for his fiddlers three!  
And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,  
And a very fine fiddle had he.  
"Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers.  
Oh, there's none so rare  
As can compare  
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

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## Picture credits

- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
- Blanche Fisher Wright, Public domain (<https://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/10607/pg10607-images.html>)
