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Stories - Children — A Nursery Rhyme PIcture Book. Machine-transcribed; use the interactive transcript above to jump the player to any line.
When you're ready to slow down, especially before bed, listen to Saul Good Sounds. We create calming audio, ambient soundscapes, and peaceful listening experiences designed to help you relax, unwind, and fall asleep. Search Saul Good Sounds wherever you listen to podcasts. That's S-O-L-G-O-O-D sounds. Saul Good Sounds. Rest well. The man in the moon. The man in the moon can tumbling down and ask his way to Norwich. They told him south, and he burnt his mouth, with eating cold, peace porridge. To market, to market. To market, to market, to buy a fat pig. Home again, home again, dancing a jig. To market, to market, to buy a fat hog. Home again, home again, jiggity, jog. There was a man. There was a man, and he had not, and robbers came to rob him. He crept up the chimney pot, and then they thought they had him.
But he got down on the other side, and then they could not find him. He ran forty miles in fifteen days, and never looked behind him. The line on the unicorn. The line on the unicorn were fighting for the crime. The line be the unicorn, all rined about the time. Some gave them wife bread, and some gave them brine. Some gave them plum cake, and sent them out of time. Little Miss Muffet. Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating of curds and whey. There came a big spider, and sat down beside her, and frightened Miss Muffet away. Oranges and lemons, gago up, and gago down, to ring the bells of London time. Those eyes and targets, say the bells of the Simmargrance. Rickbats and tiles, say the bells of St. Piles, pancakes and predators, say the bells of St. Peter's. Two sticks on an apple, say the bells at White Chapel. Half pens and farthings, say the bells of St. Martin's. Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Cremons.
Old father, bald head, say the slew bells at Altgate. Oranges and tongues, say the bells of St. John's. Kells and palms, say the bells of St. John's. You owe me ten shillings, say the bells of St. Helens. When I grow rich, say the bells at Shortage. When will you pay me, say the bells of Old Bailey? Pray when, will that be, say the bells of St. Stephanie. I am sure I don't know, says the great bell of O. Here comes a candle to light, you to bed, and here comes a chopper to chop off your head. Good see, good see, gander. Good see, good see, gander. Where shall I wander? Upstairs, downstairs, and in my lady's chamber. There I met an old man, that would not say his prayers. I took him by the left leg, and threw him downstairs. Humpty Dumpty. Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men couldn't put Humpty together again. Baba Blacksheep. Baba Blacksheep, have you any wool?
Yes, Mary, have I? Three bags full. One for my master, and one for my deem. And one for the little boy that lives in the lane. The three wise men of Gotham. Three wise men of Gotham went to sea in a bowl. If the bowl had been stronger, my song would have been longer. And of Underfree Prime, Pitcherburg, by Leonard Leslie Brooke.
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