Three blind mice, three blind mice,

With a red nose, —The longer she stands,The shorter she grows.

‘I’m little Tom Tinker’s dog,Bow, wow, wow!’

And every day we water thereThe seeds that we have sown.WE love our little garden,And tend it with such care,You will not find a faced leafOr blighted blossom there.

Upstairs and downstairs,And in my lady’s chamber!

CECILY PARSLEYlived in a pen,And brewed good alefor gentlemen;GENTLEMEN cameevery day,Till Cecily Parsleyran away.

This pig had a bit of meat;And this pig had none;This little pig criedWee! wee! wee!I can’t find my way home.