Nursery Rhyme – Peas Porridge with lyrics
Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in a pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in a pot
Nine days old.
Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in a pot
Nine days old.
Some like it hot,
Some like it cold,
Some like it in a pot
Nine days old.
Hot cross buns! Hot cross buns!
One a penny two a penny – Hot cross buns
If you have no daughters, give them to your sons
One a penny two a penny – Hot cross buns
Hickory, dickory, dock.
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one.
The mouse ran down.
Hickory, dickory, dock
Hey diddle, diddle.
The cat and the fiddle.
The cow jumped over the moon.
The little dog laugh to see such sports
and the dish run away with the spoon8
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush,
Here we go round the mulberry bush,
So early in the morning.
This is the way we Brush our teeth,
we Brush our teeth, we Brush our teeth,
This is the way we Brush our teeth,
So early in the morning.
This is the way we wash our face,
we Wash our face,we wash our face,
This is the way we wash our face,
So early in the morning.
This is the way we comb our hair,
we Comb our hair,we comb our hair,
This is the way we comb our hair,
So early in the morning.
This is the way we dress for school,
we dress for school,we dress for school
This is the way we dress for school,
.So early in the morning.
This is the way we march for school,
we march for school,we march for school
This is the way we march for school,
.So early in the morning.
Georgie Porgie pudding and pie,
Kissed the girls and made them cry
When the boys came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away
Doctor Foster went to Gloucester,
in a shower of rain.
He stepped in a puddle,
right up to his middle,
and never went there again
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John.
Went to bed with his trousers on.
One shoe off and one shoe on.
Diddle diddle dumpling my son John
Dickery Dickery Dare.
The pig flew up in the air!
The man in brown soon brought him down,
Dickery Dickery Dare
Cock A Doodle Doo!
My Dame has lost her shoe,
My Master’s lost his fiddling stick,
And doesn’t know what to do