Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXIV. Jingles.

    Cock a doodle doo!
    My dame has lost her shoe;
    My master's lost his fiddling stick,
    And don't know what to do.

    Cock a doodle doo!
    What is my dame to do?
    Till master finds his fiddling stick,
    She'll dance without her shoe.

    Cock a doodle doo!
    My dame has lost her shoe,
    And master's found his fiddling stick,
    Sing doodle doodle doo!

    Cock a doodle doo!
    My dame will dance with you,
    While master fiddles his fiddling stick.
    For dame and doodle doo.

    Cock a doodle doo!
    Dame has lost her shoe;
    Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,
    And can't tell what to do.

    Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John
    Went to bed with his trowsers on;
    One shoe off, the other shoe on,
    Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

    Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty;
    The cat ran up the plum-tree.
            I'll lay you a crown
            I'll fetch you down;
    So diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.

    Hyder iddle diddle dell,
    A yard of pudding's not an ell;
    Not forgetting tweedle-dye,
    A tailor's goose will never fly.

        Hey! diddle, diddle,
        The cat and the fiddle,
    The cow jumped over the moon;
        The little dog laugh'd
        To see the sport,
    While the dish ran after the spoon.

    Tiddle liddle lightum,
        Pitch and tar;
    Tiddle liddle lightum,
        What's that for?