The north wind doth blow
And we shall have snow
And what will ... do then, poor thing?
(Each verse has a different insert)

Poor robin ... he'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, poor thing

The swallow ... oh, do you not know,
He's off long ago,
To a country where he will find spring...

The dormouse ... rolled up like a ball,
In his nest snug and small,
He'll sleep till warm weather comes in...

The honey-bee ... in his hive he will stay.
Till the cold is away,
And then he'll come out in the spring...

The children ... when lessons are done,
They must skip, jump and run,
Until they have made themselves warm...


The robin and the redbreast, the robin and the wren,
If you take them out of their nest, you'll never thrive again
The robin and the redbreast, the martin and the swallow,
If you touch one of their eggs, ill luck is sure to follow


There was a wee bit mousiekie,
That lived in Gilberaty-o,
It couldno' get a bite o' cheese,
For cheatie pussy cattie-o,
It said unto the cheeseky,
Oh fain would I be at ye-o,
If 'twere no' for the cruel claws
Of cheatie pussy cattie-o


John Cook had a little grey mare,
He haw hum
Her back stood up and her bones were bare,
He haw hum
(Lines 2 and 4 repeat in each verse)

John Cook was riding up Shuter's Bank...
And there his nag did kick and prank
John Cook was riding up Shuter's Hill...
His mare fell down and she made her will...
The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf...
If you want any more you must make it yourself...


Will post more tomorrow.