Chapter I

I had a little husband
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.
I gave him a pair of garters,
To tie up his little hose,
And a little silk handkerchief,
To wipe his little nose.

J

Jack Sprat would eat no fat, His wife would eat no lean; Was not that a pretty trick To make the platter clean?

K

King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he.
He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three
Every fiddler had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee, tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there's none so rare
As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three!