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A ring, a ring o' roses,
A pocket full of posies;
Atishoo, atishoo,
All stand still
The King has sent his daughter,
To fetch a pail of water;
Atishoo, Atishoo,
All fall down.
The bird upon the steeple,
Sits high above the people;
Atishoo, Atishoo,
All kneel down.
The wedding bells are ringing,
The boys and girls are singing;
Atishoo, Atishoo,
All fall down.

London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, Falling down.
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair lady.
Take a key and lock her up,
Lock her up, Lock her up.
Take a key and lock her up,
My fair lady.
How will we build it up,
Build it up, Build it up?
How will we build it up,
My fair lady?
Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, Silver and gold.
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair lady.
Gold and silver I have none,
I have none, I have none.
Gold and silver I have none,
My fair lady.
Build it up with needles and pins,
Needles and pins, Needles and
pins.
Build it up with needles and pins,
My fair lady.
Pins and needles bend and break,
Bend and break, Bend and break.
Pins and needles bend and break,
My fair lady.
Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, Wood and clay.
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair lady.
Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, Wash away.
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair lady.
Build it up with stone so strong,
Stone so strong, Stone so strong.
Build it up with stone so strong,
My fair lady.
Stone so strong will last so long,
Last so long, Last so long.
Stone so strong will last so long,
My fair lady.

I had a little nut tree, nothing would
it bear
But a silver nutmeg and a golden
pear.
The King of Spain's daughter came
to visit me,
And all for the sake of my little nut
tree.
I skipped over water, I danced over
sea,
And all the birds in the air couldn't
catch me.

You put your left arm in, your left
arm out
In out, in out, you shake it all about
You do the Hokey Cokey and you
turn around
That's what it's all about
Chorus:
Whoa do the Hokey Cokey
Whoa do the Hokey Cokey
Whoa do the Hokey Cokey
Knees bent, arms stretched
Raa raa raa
Verse two:
You put your right arm in, your right
arm out
Verse three:
You put your left leg in, your left leg
out
Verse four:
You put your right leg in, your right
leg out
Verse five:
You put your whole self in, your
whole self out

Goosey, goosey, gander,
Where shall I wander?
Upstairs, and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers!
So I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

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.


These are the chores we do this week,
Do this week, do this week.
These are the chores we do this week,
So early every morning.


This is the way we wash our clothes,
Wash our clothes, wash our clothes.
This is the way we wash our clothes,
So early Monday morning.


This is the way we iron our clothes,
Iron our clothes, iron our clothes.
This is the way we iron our clothes,
So early Tuesday morning.


This is the way we scrub the floor,
Scrub the floor, scrub the floor.
This is the way we scrub the floor,
So early Wednesday morning

.
This is the way we mend our clothes,
Mend our clothes, mend our clothes.
This is the way we mend our clothes,
So early Thursday morning.


This is the way we sweep the floor,
Sweep the floor, sweep the floor.
This is the way we sweep the floor,
So early Friday morning.

This is the way we bake our bread,
Bake our bread, bake our bread.
This is the way we bake our bread,
So early Saturday morning.


This is the way we get dressed up,
Get dressed up, get dressed up.
This is the way we get dressed up,
So early Sunday morning.


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.

Bobby Shaftoe went to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee.
He'll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fine and fair,
Combing down his auburn hair.
He's my friend for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

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