Comical Folk

In a cottage in Fife

Lived a man and his wife

Who, believe me, were comical folk;

For, to people's surprise,

They both saw with their eyes,

And their tongues moved whenever they spoke!

When they were asleep,

I'm told, that to keep

Their eyes open they could not contrive;

They both walked on their feet,

And 'twas thought what they eat

Helped, with drinking, to keep them alive!

Come Lets To Bed

"To bed! To bed!" says Sleepy-head;

"Tarry a while," says Sow;

"Put on the pan," says Greedy Nan;

"We'll sup before we go."


Fourteen hundred ninety-two

Columbus sailed the ocean blue.

He had three ships and left from Spain;

He sailed through sunshine, wind and rain.

He sailed by night; he sailed by day;

He used the stars to guide his way.

Ninety sailors were on board;

Some men sailed while others snored.

Then the workers went to sleep;

And others sailed the ocean deep.

Day by day they looked for land;

They dreamed of trees and rocks and sand.

October 12 their dreams came true,

You never saw a happier crew!

Then in fourteen hundred ninety-two

Columbus sailed the ocean blue.

Cold and Raw the North Wind Doth Blow

Cold and raw the north wind doth blow

Bleak in the morning early,

All the hills are covered with snow,

And winter's now come fairly.

Coffee and Tea

Molly, my sister And I fell out,

And what do you think It was all about?

She loved coffee And I loved tea,

And that was the reason We couldn't agree!

Cock Robin

Who killed Cock Robin?

I, said the Sparrow,

with my bow and arrow,

I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?

I, said the Fly,

with my little eye,

I saw him die.

Who caught his blood?

I, said the Fish,

with my little dish,

I caught his blood.

Who'll make the shroud?

I, said the Beetle,

with my thread and needle,

I'll make the shroud.

Who'll dig his grave?

I, said the Owl,

with my spade and trowel,

I'll dig his grave.

Who'll be the parson?

I, said the Rook,

with my little book,

I'll be the parson.

Who'll be the clerk?

I, said the Lark,

if it's not in the dark,

I'll be the clerk.

Who'll carry the link?

I, said the Linnet,

I'll fetch it in a minute,

I'll carry the link.

Who'll be chief mourner?

I, said the Dove,

I mourn for my love,

I'll be chief mourner.

Who'll carry the coffin?

I, said the Kite,

if it's not through the night,

I'll carry the coffin.

Who'll bear the pall?

We, said the Wren,

both the cock and the hen,

We'll bear the pall.

Who'll sing a psalm?

I, said the Thrush,

as she sat on a bush,

I'll sing a psalm.

Who'll toll the bell?

I said the Bull,

because I can pull,

I'll toll the bell.

All the birds of the air

fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,

when they heard the bell toll

for poor Cock Robin.

Cock Crow

The cock crows in the morning

To tell us to rise,

And he who lies late

Will never be wise;

For early to bed,

And early to rise,

Is the way to be healthy

And wealthy and wise.

Cock a doodle doo

Cock a doodle do!

My dame has lost her shoe,

My master's lost his fiddlestick,

And knows not what to do.