Dublin City:
There were twenty, eighteen, sixteen, fourteen, twelve, ten, eight, six, four, two, none;
Nineteen, seventeen, fifteen, thirteen, eleven, nine, seven, five, three and one.
Round and round the wheel of fortune
Where it stops wearies me
Fair maids they are so deceiving,
Sad experience teaches me.

Little white duck
Inch Worm
Children Go Where I send Thee
Going Up the Valley one by one
Roll me over in the Clover

Blessings,
Barbara