The farmer in the dell
The farmer in the dell
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The farmer in the dell
The farmer takes the wife
The farmer takes the wife
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The farmer takes the wife
The wife takes the child
The wife takes the child
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The wife takes the child
The child takes the nurse
The child takes the nurse
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The child takes the nurse
The nurse takes the dog
The nurse takes the dog
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The nurse takes the dog
The dog takes the cat
The dog takes the cat
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The dog takes the cat
The cat takes the rat
The cat takes the rat
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The cat takes the rat
The rat takes the cheese
The rat takes the cheese
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The rat takes the cheese
The cheese stands alone
The cheese stands alone
Hi-ho, the derry-o
The cheese stands alone
This is one of old folktale. Try introduce it by yourself.
Once upon a time there was a little girl. Her name was Goldilocks. She had golden hair.
One day Goldilocks was walking in the forest. She saw a house and knocked on the door. She went inside. Nobody was there. Goldilocks saw three bowls on the table. She was hungry.
"This porridge is too hot!" "This porridge is too cold!" "This porridge is just right!"
Goldilocks ate all the porridge. Goldilocks was tired now.
"This chair is too big!" "This chair is too big, too!" "This chair is just right!"
But the chair broke! Goldilocks was very tired. She went upstairs.
"This bed is too hard!" "This bed is too soft!" "This bed is just right!"
Soon, the bears came home.
"Someone's been eating my porridge!" said Daddy Bear. "Someone's been eating my porridge!" said Mummy Bear. "Someone's been eating my porridge – and it's all gone!" said Baby Bear. "Someone's been sitting on my chair!" said Daddy Bear. "Someone's been sitting on my chair!" said Mummy Bear. "Someone's been sitting on my chair – and it's broken!" said Baby Bear. "Someone's been sleeping in my bed!" said Daddy Bear. "Someone's been sleeping in my bed!" said Mummy Bear. "Someone's been sleeping in my bed – and she's still there!" said Baby Bear.
Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears. "Help!" She ran downstairs and into the forest. She never came back again.
This song is still lullaby today. The author may have been inspired to write the lullaby after witnessing the Native American practice of hanging a baby’s cradle in a tree to rock them to sleep in the breeze.
Hush a by baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Oranges & Lemons was first written down in 1744. Also, it's still great.
Oranges and Lemons, Say the bells of St Clement's. You owe me five farthings Say the bells of St Martin's. When will you pay me? Say the bells of Old Bailey. When I grow rich Say the bells of Shoreditch. When will that be? Say the bells of Stepney. I do not know Says the great bell at Bow. Here comes a candle to light you to bed, Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.'
It's great singing version. But it may a little bit listening.
or midi version and sing along with
Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full: One for my master, One for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane.
Three blind mice Three blind mice See how they run See how they run They all ran after The farmer's wife Who cut off their tails With a carving knife Did you ever see Such a sight in your life As three blind mice?
Three blind mice Three blind mice See how they run See how they run They all ran after The farmer's wife She cut off their tails With a carving knife Did you ever see Such a sight in your life As three blind mice? Three blind mice Three blind mice
It's come to final of the game, part five. The video is spending talk between he and villain. Once, he say "love can't be bought", it should mean "money can't any change for his/her love"
This conversation is part of Alice in Wonderland. There is three part of dialog from "A Mad Tea-Party". It's easy to listen.
ALICE: Ah... tea.
MAD HATTER, MARCH HARE, DORMOUSE: No room! No room! No room!
ALICE: There's plenty of room! I'll sit here.
MARCH HARE: Have some wine.
ALICE: I don't see any wine.
MARCH HARE: There isn't any.
ALICE: Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it.
MARCH HARE: It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited.
ALICE: I didn't know it was your table. It's laid for a great many more than three.
MAD HATTER: Your hair wants cutting.
ALICE: You should learn not to make personal remarks. It's very rude.
MAD HATTER: Why is a raven like a writing-desk?
ALICE: I believe I can answer that.
MARCH HARE: Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?
ALICE: Exactly so.
MARCH HARE: Then you should say what you mean.
ALICE: I do... at least I mean what I say. That's the same thing, you know.
MAD HATTER: Not the same thing a bit! Why, you might just as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what I see"!
MARCH HARE: You might just as well say that "I like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!
DORMOUSE You might just as well say that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!
MAD HATTER: It is the same thing with you. Have you guessed the riddle yet?
ALICE: No, I give up. What's the answer?
MAD HATTER: I haven't the slightest idea.
MARCH HARE: Nor I. Suppose we change the subject. (yawning) I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.
ALICE: I'm afraid I don't know one.
MARCH HARE: Then the Dormouse shall! Wake up, the Dormouse!
DORMOUSE: I wasn't asleep. I heard every word you fellows were saying.
MAD HATTER: What day of the month is it?
ALICE: Um... The fourth.
MAD HATTER: Two days wrong! (looking angrily at the March Hare) I told you butter wouldn't suit the works!
MARCH HARE: It was the best butter.
MAD HATTER: Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well. (grumbling) You shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.
MARCH HARE: It was the best butter, you know.
ALICE: What a funny watch! It tells the day of the month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!
MAD HATTER: Why should it? Does your watch tell you what year it is?
ALICE: Of course not... But that's because it stays the same year for such a long time together.
MAD HATTER: Which is just the case with mine.
ALICE: I don't quite understand you.
DORMOUSE: I wasn't asleep. I heard every word you fellows were saying.
MARCH HARE: Tell us a story!
ALICE: Yes, please do!
MAD HATTER: And be quick about it or you'll be asleep again before it's done.
DORMOUSE: Once upon a time there were three little sisters and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well...
ALICE: What did they live on?
DORMOUSE: They lived on treacle.
ALICE: They couldn't have done that, you know. They'd have been ill.
DORMOUSE: So they were; very ill.
ALICE: But why did they live at the bottom of a well?
DORMOUSE: It was a treacle-well.
ALICE: There's not such thing.
MAD HATTER, MARCH HARE, DORMOUSE: Shh... Shh... Shh...
DORMOUSE: If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story for yourself.
ALICE: No, please go on! I won't interrupt you again. I dare say there may be one.
DORMOUSE: One, indeed! And so these three little sisters... they were learning to draw, you know...
ALICE: What did they draw?
DORMOUSE: Treacle.
ALICE: I don't understand. Where did they draw treacle from?
MAD HATTER: You can draw water out of a water-well, so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well... eh, stupid?
ALICE: But they were in the well!
DORMOUSE: Of course they were... well in. (they laugh) They were learning to draw and they drew all manner of things... everything that begins with an M.
ALICE: Why with an M?
MARCH HARE: Why not?
DORMOUSE: That begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness... you know you say things are "much of a muchness". Did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?
ALICE: Really, now you ask me, I don't think...
MAD HATTER: If you don't think, you shouldn't talk.
ALICE: I've had enough of this rudeness. I'll never come here again! It's the stupidest tea-party I was ever at in all my life!
A long time ago, in a simple cottage beside the deep dark woods, there lived a pretty child called Red Riding Hood. She was kind and considerate, and everybody loved her.
One afternoon, Red Riding Hood's mother called to her. "Granny isn't feeling up to snuff today, so I baked her favourite custard as a little surprise. Be a good girl and take it to her, will you?".
Red Riding Hood was delighted. She loved going to Granny's even though it meant crossing the deep dark woods. When the custard had cooled, Red Riding Hood's mother wrapped it up and put it in a basket.
"Now, whatever you do go straight to Granny's. Do not speak to any strangers!!". "Yes, mamma".
Afore along, she was in the deepest part of the woods.
"Boo, this is scary!!"
Suddenly a large wolf appeared. "Good afternoon, my dear. You care to stop for a little chat?". "Oh, gracious me!! Mamma said not to speak to any strangers".
But the wolf had such charming manners... "And where are you going, sweet thing?". "To visit Granny who lives in the pretty yellow house on the other side of the woods. She's feeling poorly and I'm taking her a surprise".
"You don't say!!". Just then he had a delightful idea.
"Allow me to escort you. You never know what might be lurking about".
"You're too kind!!".
Beyond the forest they came to a patch of sunflowers. "Why not pick a few. Grannies love flowers, you know".
But while Red Riding Hood was picking a pretty bouquet, the clever wolf hurried on ahead to Granny's house.
"Who is it?".
"It is I, your delicious... uhhm darling grand-daughter".
"The door is unlocked".
"Surprise!!!!".
Granny was furious at having her reading interrupted. But the wolf gobbled her right up.
"So tasty!!".
Just then he heard footsteps on the garden path.
"There comes dessert.... Who is it?"
"It is I, your little grand-daughter".
"The door is unlocked".
Red Riding Hood was distressed at seeing her grandmother so changed.
"Why Granny, what big eyes you have!!"
"The better to see you, my dear".
"And Granny, what long arms you have!!"
"The better to hug you, my dear".
"And Granny, what big teeth you have!!"
"The better to eat you, my dear!!"
And he gobbled her right up...
Really, he was enormously pleased with himself. And having enjoyed such a heavy meal, he was soon snoring away.
A hunter passing by was alarmed. "That doesn't sound like Granny". And so the brave hunter jumped in the window, killed the sleeping wolf, and cut it open.
Out jumped Granny and Red Riding Hood. "We are ever so grateful". "That wicked wolf won't trouble you again!!". "It was so dark in there, I couldn't read a word!!".
Red Riding Hood promised never ever to speak to another stranger – charming manners or not – and she never did.
Once upon a time, a country girl lived in a village, who was the sweetest little creature that ever was seen; her mother naturally loved her with excessive fondness, and her grandmother doated on her still more. The good woman had made for her a pretty little red-coloured hood, which so much became the little girl, that every one called her Little Red Riding Hood. One day, her mother having made some cheesecakes, said to her : " Go, my child, and see how your grandmother does, for I hear she is ill; carry her some of these cakes, and a little pot of butter." Little Red Riding Hood straight set out with a basket filled with the cakes and the pot of butter, for her grandmother's house, which was in a village a little way off the town that her mother lived in. As she was crossing a wood, which lay in her road, she met a large wolf, which had a great mind to eat her up, but dared not, for fear of some woodcutters, who were at work near them in the forest Yet he spoke to her, and asked her whither she was going. The little girl, who did not know the danger of talking to a wolf, replied: " I am going to see my grandmamma, and carry these cakes and a pot of butter."—"Does she live far off?" said the wolf. " Oh, yes !" answered Little Red Riding Hood; " beyond the mill you see yonder, at the first house in the village."—" Well," said the wolf, " I will take this way, and you take that, and see which will be there the soonest."
The wolf set out full speed, running as fast as he could, and taking the nearest way, while the little girl took the longest; and as she went along began to gather nuts, run after butterflies, and make nosegays of such flowers as she found within her reach. The wolf got to the dwelling of the grandmother first, and knocked at the door. " Who is there ?" said some voice in the house. " It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf, speaking like the little girl as well as he could. " I have brought you some cheesecakes, and a little pot of butter, that mamma has sent you." The good old woman, who was ill in bed, called out, " Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up."
The wolf pulled the bobbin, and the door went open : the wolf then jumped upon the poor old grandmother, and ate her up in a moment, for it was three days since he had tasted any food. The wolf then shut the door, and laid himself down in the bed, and waited for Little Red Riding Hood, who very soon after reached the house.
Tap! tap! "Who is there?" cried he. She was at first a little afraid at hearing the gruff voice of the wolf, but she thought that perhaps her grandmother had got a cold, so she answered : " It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding Hood: mamma has sent you some cheesecakes, and a little pot of butter." The wolf cried out in a softer voice, "Pull the bobbin, and the latch will go up." Little Red Riding Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door went open. When she came into the room, the wolf hid himself under the bedclothes, and said to her, trying all he could to speak in a feeble voice : " Put the basket on the stool, my dear, and take off your clothes, and come into bed." Little Red Riding Hood, who always used to do what she was told, straight undressed herself, and stepped into bed; but she thought it strange to see how her grandmother looked in her night-clothes, so she said to her : " Dear me, grandmamma, what great arms you have got!"—" They are so much the better to hug you, my child," replied the wolf. " But, grandmamma," said the little girl, " what great ears you have got!"—" They are so much the better to hear you, my child," replied the wolf. " But then, grandmamma, what great eyes you have got," said the little girl. " They are so much the better to see you, my child," replied the wolf. " And, grandmamma, what great teeth you have got!' said the little girl, who now began to be rather afraid. 'They are to eat you up,' said the wolf; and saying these words the wicked creature fell upon Little Red Riding Hood, and ate her up in a moment.
