Gray Goose and Gander

Gray Goose and Gander,
Waft your wings together
And carry the good kings daughter
Over the one stand river

Hours of Sleep
Nature needs but five,
Custom gives thee seven,
Laziness takes nine,
And Wickedness eleven!

A Fat Man of Bombay

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.

A Little Boy Called Blue Bell

I had a little boy, and called him Blue Bell,
Gave him a little work, he did it very well.
I bade him go upstairs to bring me a gold pin,
In coal scuttle fell he, up to his little chin.
He went to the garden to pick a little sage,
He tumbled on his nose, and fell into a rage.
He went to the cellar to draw a little beer,
And quickly did return to say there was none there.

As I Was Going to Market

As I was going to market upon a market day,
I met the finest ram, sir; that ever fed on hay,
On hay, on hay, on hay-
I met the finest ram, sir; that ever fed on hay.
This ram was fat behind, sir; this ram was fat before,
This ram was ten yards round, sir, indeed he was no more.
No more, no more, no more-
This ram was ten yards round, sir, indeed he was no more.
The horns grew on his head, sir, they were so wondrous high,
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky,
The sky, the sky, the sky-
As I've been plainly told, sir, they reached up to the sky,
The tail grew on his back, sir, was six yards and an ell,
And it was sent to market to toll the market bell,
The bell, the bell, the bell-
And it was sent to market to toll the market bell.