in and pick it up
See-saw, Margery Daw
See, see! What shall I see?
Shoe the colt
Simple Simon met a pieman
Sing a song of sixpence
Sing, sing, what shall I sing?
Sleep, baby, sleep
Solomon Grundy
Swan, swan, over the sea
Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief
The cock's on the housetop blowing his horn
The dove says coo, coo, what shall I do?
The fair maid who, the first of May
The girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain
The greedy man is he who sits
The hart he love's the high wood
The King of France went up the hill
The little robin grieves
The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown
The Man in the Moon came tumbling down
The Man in the Moon looked out of the moon
The man in the wilderness
The north wind doth blow
The Queen of Hearts
There came an old woman from France
There dwelt an old woman at Exeter
There's a neat little clock
There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile
There was a fat man of Bombay
There was a little boy and a little girl
There was a little girl who had a little curl
There was a little man
There was a little man, and he had a little gun
There was a little woman, as I've been told
There was a man and he had naught
There was a man in our town
There was an old man
There was an old man of Tobago
There was an old woman
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
There was an old woman, as I've heard tell
There was an old woman had three sons
There was an old woman in Surrey
There was an old woman of Gloucester
There was an old woman of Harrow
There was an old woman of Leeds
There was an old woman sat spinning
There was an old woman tossed in a basket
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
There was a piper had a cow
There were once two cats of Kilkenny
There were two birds sat on a stone
The two gray kits
Thirty days hath September
Thirty white horses upon a red hill
This is the house that Jack built
This is the way the ladies ride
This little pig went to market
Three blind mice! See how they run!
Three children sliding on the ice
Three straws on a staff
Three wise men of Gotham
"To bed! To bed"
To make your candles last for aye
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig
Tommy's tears and Mary's fears
Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Trip upon trenchers
'Twas once upon a time, when Jenny Wren was young
Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee
Twelve pairs hanging high
Up at Piccadilly, oh!
Wee Willie Winkle runs through the town
What are little boys made
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