The first, he was a miller;

The second, he was a weaver;

The third, he was a tailor;

And all were rogues together.

The miller, he stole corn;
The weaver, he stole yarn;
The little tailor stole broadcloth,
To keep the three rogues warm.

The miller was drown'd in his dam;
The weaver was hung in his loom;
And the devil ran away with the little tailor,
With the broadcloth under his arm.

USH-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,

HR

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;

When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,

Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

One said it was a ship,

The other he said, nay;

The third said it was a house,

And the chimney blown away.

And all the night they hunted,
And nothing could they find,
But the moon a-gliding,
A-gliding with the wind.

One said it was the moon,

The other he said, nay;
The third said it was a cheese,
And half o't cut away.

This Little Pig

HIS little Pig went to market;

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This little Pig staid at home;

This little Pig had a bit of bread and butter;

This little Pig had none;

This little Pig said, "Wee, wee, wee!

I can't find my way home."

[Later and familiar version.]

This little Pig went to Market,

This little Pig staid Home,

This little Pig had roast Beef,

This little Pig had none,

This little Pig cried wee, wee, wee,

I can't find my way home.