Sing-Song: She’s Such a Senseless Wooden Thing

She’s such a senseless wooden thing
She stares the livelong day;
Her wig of gold is stiff and cold
And cannot change to grey.

All the bells were ringing

All the bells were ringing
And all the birds were singing,
When Molly sat down crying
For her broken doll:
O you silly Moll!
Sobbing and sighing
For a broken doll,
When all the bells are ringing,
And all the birds are singing.

Wee wee husband

Wee wee husband,
Give me some money,
I have no comfits,
And I have no honey.

Wee wee wifie

Wee wee wifie,
I have no money,
Milk, nor meat, nor bread to eat,
Comfits, nor honey.

I have a little husband

I have a little husband
And he is gone to sea,
The winds that whistle round his ship
Fly home to me.

The winds that sigh about me

The winds that sigh about me
Return again to him;
So I would fly, if only I
Were light of limb.

The dear old woman in the lane

The dear old woman in the lane
Is sick and sore with pains and aches,
We’ll go to her this afternoon,
And take her tea and eggs and cakes.

We’ll stop to make the kettle boil

We’ll stop to make the kettle boil,
And brew some tea, and set the tray,
And poach an egg, and toast a cake,
And wheel her chair round, if we may.

Swift and sure the swallow

Swift and sure the swallow,
Slow and sure the snail:
Slow and sure may miss his way,
Swift and sure may fail.

What does the bee do?

What does the bee do?
Bring home honey.
And what does Father do?
Bring home money.
And what does Mother do?
Lay out the money.
And what does baby do?
Eat up the honey.