- THERE was a man lived in the mist, Bow down, bow down He loved his youngest daughter best. The bow is bent to me,So you be true to your own true love, And I’ll be true to thee.
- These two sisters went out to swim; The oldest pushed the youngest in.
- First she sank and then she swam, First she sank and then she swam.
- The miller, with his rake and hook,
He caught her by the petticoat.