Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.

Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
They've all gone away.



Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
Polly put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.

Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
Sukey take it off again,
They've all gone away.

Polly put the kettle on,
Sukey take it off again.
Polly put the kettle on,
Sukey take it off again.

I know a girl that you don’t know;
Little Liza Jane,
Way down south in Baltimore;
Little Liza Jane.

Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane,
Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane.

Liza Jane looks good to me;
Little Liza Jane,
Sweetest one I’ve ever seen;
Little Liza Jane.

Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane,
Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Where she lives the posies grow;
Little Liza Jane,
Chickens round the kitchen door;
Little Liza Jane.

Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane,
Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane.

What do I care how far we roam;
Little Liza Jane.
Where she’s at is home sweet home;
Little Liza Jane.

Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane,
Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane.
Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane,
Oh! Little Liza, Little Liza Jane.

This is the house that Jack built
This is the malt that lay in the house
that Jack built.

This is the rat that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat that killed the rat
That ate the malt
that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow
with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.












Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

This is the man
all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow
with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
That lay in the house
that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn
That woke the priest all shaven and shorn
That married the man all tattered and torn
That kissed the maiden all forlorn
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn
That tossed the dog
that worried the cat
That killed the rat
that ate the malt
That lay in the house
that Jack built!

Do you know the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man?
do you know the man
who sells his muffins on the street?

Do you know the muffin man,
the muffin, muffin, muffin man?
do you know the muffin man
his wares are such a treat.

Oh, yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
yes, I know the muffin man,
he lives in Drury Lane.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Yes, I know the muffin man,
The muffin, muffin, muffin man,
yes, I know the muffin man
he lives in Drury Lane

We all know the muffin man,
the muffin man, the muffin man,
we all know the man
who sells his muffins in the street.

We all know the muffin man,
The muffin, muffin, muffin man,
yes we all know the muffin man,
his wares are such a treat.

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee,
Little Jackie Paper
loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings
and sealing wax
and other fancy stuff. Oh

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee.

Together they would travel
on a boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched
on Puff's gigantic tail,
Noble kings and princes
would bow when they came,
Pirate ships
would lower their flag
when Puff roared out his name. Oh!




Words & Music: Leonard Lipton/PeterYarrow
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee.

A dragon lives forever
but not so little boys
Painted wings and giant rings
make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened,
Jackie Paper came no more
And puff that mighty dragon,
he ceased his fearless roar.

His head was bent in sorrow,
green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer
went to play along the Cherry Lane.
Without his life-long friend,
puff could not be brave,
So puff that mighty dragon
sadly slipped into his cave. oh!

Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee,
Puff, the magic dragon lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist
in a land called Honah Lee.

There was an old man
named Michael Finnegan,
He had whiskers
on his chinnegan,
The wind blew them off
but they grew in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan (Begin again)

I know a man
named Michael Finnegan,
He went fishing with a pinnegan,
Caught a fish
and dropped it in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan





Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

I know a man
named Michael Finnegan,
Climbed a tree
and barked his shin again,
Slid back down
and scraped his skin again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan

I know a man
named Michael Finnegan,
He kicked up an awful din again,
Because they said
he could not sing again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan

I know a man
named Michael Finnegan,
He grew fat and then grew thin again,
Then he slept
and had to begin again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard
To fetch her poor dog a bone,
But when she got there, the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's
To buy him some bread,
But when she came back
He stood on his head.

She went to the market
To buy him some fish,
But when she got back,
He was licking the dish.

She went to the farm shop
To buy him some fruit,
But when she got back
He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor'
To buy him a coat,
But when she came back
He was riding a goat.

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

She went to the hatter's
To buy him a hat,
But when she came back
He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig,
But when she came back
He was dancing a jig.

She went to the cobbler's
To buy him some shoes,
But when she came back
He was reading the news.

She went to the seamstress
To buy him some linen,
But when she came back
The dog was a-spinning.

The dame made a curtsy,
The dog made a bow,
The dame said, "Your servant,"
The dog said “Bow wow!”

Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his night-gown,
Tapping at the window,
Crying at the lock,
Are the children in the bed?
It's past ten o'clock

Willie Winkie,
Are you coming in?
The cat is singing
Purring sounds
to the sleeping hen,
The dog's spread out on the floor,
And doesn't give a cheep,
here's a wakeful little boy
Who will not fall asleep!

Jack, be nimble,
Jack, be quick,
Jack, jumps over the candlestick.
Jack, be nimble,
Jack, be quick,
Jack, jumps over the candlestick!
Ah, oh yeah! Oh yeah!

Words: Traditional
Music: Ian J Watts

Hey, Willie Winkie
The child's in a creel!
Wriggling from everyone's
Knee like an eel,
Tugging at the cat's ear,
And confusing all her thrums

Hey, Willie Winkie –
See, here there he comes!
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs
In his night-gown,
Tapping at the window,
Crying at the lock,
Are the children in the bed?
It's past ten o'clock

Hey! Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town,
In his night-gown,
In his night-gown

Ding dong bell
Pussy's in the well
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Flynn
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout
What a naughty boy
was that
Tried to drown
poor Pussycat,
Who never
did any harm
But killed all the mice
In the Farmer's barn!

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
But when she was bad, she was horrid.

Little Annie was smart yo
Little Annie was so cool
Litte Annie fixed her hair
Just before school
She put on a dress
And gave it a whirl
Looked in the mirror
Oh to see her curl

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.

Her friends they said
Little Annie was so sweet
The kind of friend well
That just can't be beat
Whatever you do
Don't make her mad though
Because then little Annie turns
Very very bad

Words: Traditional
Additional Lyrics & Music:
Rebecca Leivers/Jamie Leivers

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
When she was bad, she was horrid.
When she was bad, she was horrid.
When she was bad, she was horrid.

Now if you see little Annie
And see that curl
You better tell her that
She's such good little girl
Make sure you do now
‘Cause she's just a kid
‘Cause if you don't
She may turn horrid

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
Oh, when she was bad, she was horrid.
When she was bad, she was horrid.
Well, when she was bad, she was horrid.

Camptown ladies
Sing this song,
Doo-da, Doo-da
The Camptown racetrack's
Five miles long
Oh, de doo-da day

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money
on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

Oh, the long tailed filly
And the big black horse,
Doo-da, doo-da
Come to a mud hole
And they all cut across,
Oh, de doo-da day

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money
on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

I went down there with
My hat caved in,
Doo-da, doo-da
I came back home
With a pocket full of tin
Oh, de doo-da day

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money
on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray




Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

Then fly along like
A rail-road car
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Runnin’ a race with
A shootin’ star
Oh! de doo-dah day!

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money
on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

See them flyin’ on a
Ten mile heat
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
Round the race track,
Then repeat
Oh! doo-dah day!

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money
on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

I win my money
On the bob-tail nag
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in
an old tow-bag
Oh! de doo-dah day!

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on
A bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

Goin' to run all night
Goin' to run all day
I bet my money on
A bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the gray

It was on a Monday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble, oh
A-washing of her linen,
oh Dashing away with
the smoothing iron
She was dashing away with
the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Tuesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh, A-hanging out her linen,
oh dashing away with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Wednesday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

It was on a Thursday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree





Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh a-airing on her linen,
oh dashing away with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Friday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh a-folding off her linen,
oh dashing away with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

It was on a Saturday morning
When I beheld my darling
(He beheld his darling)
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

It was on a Sunday morning
When I beheld my darling
She looked so neat and charming
In every high degree

She looked so neat and nimble,
oh a-wearing of her linen,
oh dashing away
with the smoothing iron
She was dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

She was dashing away
with the smoothing iron
Dashing away with the smoothing iron
She stole my heart away.

Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair
Said Simple Simon to the pieman
"Let me taste your ware"

The pieman said to Simple Simon
"Show me first your penny"
Said Simple Simon to the pieman
"Sir, I have not any!"
(Let me taste your ware,
show me first your penny)

Said the man to Simple Simon,
"Do you plan to pay?"
Said Simon, "Yes, of course I do,"
But then he ran away!

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Mike Wilbury

(wait, come back here, where do you go?
Come back, where you going?
Hold on mate)

Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much
which made poor Simon whistle.

He went for water in a sieve
but soon it all fell through;
And finally poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu"
(Adieu, see you next time, adieu!)

Mary had a little lamb,
A little lamb, oh a little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was white as snow

And everywhere that Mary went,
That Mary went, oh that Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went
That lamb was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children
laugh and play, laugh and play,
laugh and play,
It made the children
laugh and play
To see a lamb at school

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts
Orchestral Arrangement: Rick Benbow

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, oh he turned it out,
So the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
Waited patiently about
Till Mary did appear

"Why does the lamb love Mary so?"
Love Mary so? Love Mary so?
Why does the lamb love Mary so?"
The eager children cry

"Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know.
Loves the lamb, you know,
Mary loves the lamb, you know
Mary loves the lamb, you know."
The teacher did reply

Mary had a little lamb,
a Little lamb, a little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was white as snow

Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez vous? Dormez vous?
Sonnez les matines,
Sonnez les matines,
Ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong




Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury

Are you sleeping, are you sleeping,
Brother John, Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing,
morning bells are ringing.
Ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong

I hear thunder, I hear thunder
Hark don't you? Hark don't you?
Pit-a-patter raindrops
Pit-a-patter raindrops
I'm wet through, So are you

Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai
Je te plumerai la tête
Je te plumerai la tête
Et la tête, (et la tête)
Et la tête, (et la tête)
O-o-o-o-oh
Alouette, gentille Alouette
Alouette je te plumerai

Words & Music: Traditional
Arrangement: Ian J Watts/Mike Wilbury