Nursery Rhymes - Alphabetical Index
Nursery Rhyme Lyrics and Chlidrens Songs
A nursery rhyme and was once consider the equivalent of the modern day pop song. They would be written by hawkers or Ballard men, many of them would be based upon things in everyday life, often incorporating scandalous events to make them more entertaining. Additionally some of the most famous and well loved nursery rhymes today were made and sung centuries ago, and not always for fun, but often to tell the story of events. In many cases the history of these songs is now unclear. Today we enjoy most of them for fun. LanternTree collects lyrics to hundreds of popular nursery rhymes and childrens songs. Many of these have been passed down from generation to generation. Use our Nursery Rhyme Lyric and Childrens Songs search or alphabetical index to find all Nursery Rhyme Lyrics and words to childrens songs. Entertain and teach kids lyrics to nursery rhymes that you remember as child and keep up the tradition of passing down lyrics to rhymes.
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C to D
E to F
G to H
I to K
L to M
N to R
Nursery Rhymes - History, Origins and Meanings of Lyrics
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Ti to Z
Some more nursery rhymes to enjoy
The Fairies
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and gray
He's nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of white mist
Columbkill he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Slieveleague to Rosses;
Or going up with music
On cold starry nights,
'To sup with the Queen
Of the gay Northern Lights.
They stole little Bridget
For seven years long;
When she came down again
Her friends were all gone.
They took her lightly back,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that she was fast asleep,
But she was dead with sorrow.
They have kept her ever since
Deep within the lake,
On a bed of flag-leaves,
Watching till she wake.
By the craggy hill-side,
Through the mosses bare,
They have planted thorn-trees
For pleasure here and there.
Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns
In his bed at night.
Up the airy mountain,
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting
For fear of little men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
And white owl's feather!
