Grey Goose

Grey goose and gander,
Waft your wings together,
And cary the good King's daughter
Over the one-strand river.

Great A - Little a

Great 'A' little 'a'
Bouncing 'B'
The cat's in the cupboard
And she can't see me.

Grandfather Grandfather

Grandfather, grandfather, show your delight,
In comes Betty, all in white;
White shoes and stockings, white curly hair,
Isn't she a pretty girl to take to the fair?

Come up and see yer grannie,
Come up and see her noo,
Come up and see yer grannie,
Cos she's all bran' new.

She's got a broken table,
A chair without a back,
A door without a handle
And a window with a crack.

Old Uncle Luke, he thinks he's cute,
But Granpa's even cuter;
He's ninety-eight and stays out late
With Grandma on her scooter.

Goosey Goosey Gander

Goosey, goosey gander,
Whither shall l wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber
There l met an old man
Who would not say his prayers,
So l took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

Good Morning, Merry Sunshine

Good morning, merry sunshine,
How did you wake so soon?
You chased away the little stars,
And shone away the moon!
I saw you go to sleep last night
Before I ceased my play.
How did you get back overhead
To shine on me today?

I did not go to sleep, dear child,
I just went round to see
The little children of the world
Who wait and watch for me.
I shine upon the little birds
And flowers on my way,
And then I come back overhead
to shine on you today.

Golden slumbers

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep, pretty baby, do not cry,
And l will sing you a lullaby.

Care is heavy, therefore sleep,
While l o'er you watch do keep;
Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry,
And l will sing you a lullaby.

Golden slumbers kiss your eyes,
Smiles awake you when you rise;
Sleep pretty baby, do not cry,
And I will sing you a lullaby.

Girls are dandy

Girls are dandy, made of candy.
That's what little girls are made of.
Boys are rotton, made of cotton.
That's what little boys are made of.

Gentle JESUS

Gentle JESUS, meek and mild,
Look upon this little child:
Pity my simplicity,
Suffer me to come to thee.
Fain l would to Thee be brought,
Gracious God, forbid it not
In the kingdom of Thy grace
Grant Thy little child a place.