One Two Buckle My Shoe and Other Favourite Rhymes

***One Two Buckle My Shoe and Other Favourite Rhymes** and **TV Teddy: One Two Buckle My Shoe and Other Favourite Rhymes*** was released by Tempo Pre-School on 3rd August 1992

## Songs

1. The Grand Old Duke of York
2. One, Two Buckle My Shoe
3. Fiddle De Dee
4. There Was a Crooked Man
5. Cock a Doodle Doo
6. I Had a Little Nut Tree
7. Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat
8. As Little Jenny Wren
9. The House that Jack Built
10. A Dog and a Cat
11. The Man in the Moon
12. One Misty, Moisty Morning
13. Two Little Dicky Birds
14. Bobby Shaftoe
15. Hickety Pickety
16. If Ifs and Ands
17. Tweedle Dum and Tweedle Dee
18. I Love Little Pussy
19. Rock a Bye Baby
20. There Was an Old Woman
21. I Had a Little Hobby Horse
22. Incey Wincey Spider
23. Old Mother Hubbard
24. Monday’s Child
25. Cobbler Cobbler Mend My Shoe
26. As I Was Going to St Ives
27. Old Mother Goose
28. Peter Piper
29. See Saw Margery Daw
30. Diddle Diddle Dumpling
31. Bow Wow, Says the Dog
32. Doctor Foster
33. Hot Cross Buns
34. The Wheels on the Bus
35. Little Tommy Tucker
36. Ride a Cock Horse
37. Dance to Your Daddy
38. Jack Sprat
39. A Frog He Would a Wooing Go

## Transcript

The grand old Duke of York

He had ten thousand men

He marched them up to the top of the hill

And he marched them down again

And when they were up, they were up

And when they were down, they were down

And when they were only half-way up

They were neither up nor down

One, two,

Buckle my shoe;

Three, four,

Knock at the door;

Five, six,

Pick up sticks;

Seven, eight,

Lay them straight:

Nine, ten,

A good fat hen;

Eleven, twelve,

Dig and delve;

Thirteen, fourteen,

Maids a-courting;

Fifteen, sixteen,

Maids in the kitchen;

Seventeen, eighteen,

Maids a-waiting

Nineteen, twenty,

My plate’s empty

Fiddle de dee, fiddle de dee

The fly shall marry the bumblebee

They went to the church and married was she

The fly has married the bumblebee

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has lost her shoe,

My master’s lost his fiddling stick,

And doesn't know what to do

Cock a doodle doo!

What is my dame to do?

'Til master finds his fiddling stick,

She'll dance without her shoe

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame has found her shoe,

My master’s found his fiddling stick,

Sing cock a doodle doo!

Cock a doodle doo!

My dame will dance with you,

While master fiddles his fiddling stick,

For dame and doodle doo

I had a little nut tree

Nothing would it bear

But a silver nutmeg

And a golden pear

The King of Spain's daughter

Came to visit me,

And all for the sake

Of my little nut tree

Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?

I’ve been up to London to look at the Queen.

Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?

I frightened a little mouse under her chair.

As little Jenny wren

Was sitting by the shed

She waggled with her tail

And nodded with her head

She waggled with her tail

And nodded with her head

As little Jenny wren

Was sitting by the shed

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That killed the rat that ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the house that Jack built.

A dog and a cat went out together,

To see some friends just out of town;

Said the cat to the dog,

"What d'ye think of the weather?"

"I think, Ma'am, the rain will come down."

"But don't be alarmed,

For I've an umbrella

That will shelter us both,"

Said this amiable fellow.

The Man in the Moon came tumbling down,

And asked his way to Norwich;

He went by the south, and burnt his mouth

With supping cold pease porridge.

One misty moisty morning when cloudy was the weather

I chanced to meet an old man dressed all in leather

He began to compliment and I began to grin

And how do you do and how do you do and how do you do again

Two little dicky birds sat upon a wall

One named Peter, one named Paul

Fly away, Peter, fly away, Paul

Come back, Peter, come back, Paul

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea

Silver buckles on his knee

He'll come back and marry me

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's bright and fair

Combing down his yellow hair

He's my aim forever mair

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's tall and slim

He's always dressed so neat and trim

The ladies, they all kick at him

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's gettin' a bairn,

For to dangle in his arm;

In his arm and on his knee,

Bobby Shaftoe loves me

Hickety Pickety,

My black hen,

She lays eggs

For gentlemen;

Sometimes nine,

And sometimes ten,

Hickety Pickety,

My black hen!

If "ifs" and "ands"

Were pots and pans,

There'd be no work for tinkers hands

Tweedledum and Tweedledee

Agreed to have a battle;

For Tweedledum said Tweedledee

Had spoiled his brand new rattle.

Just then flew by a monstrous crow,

As big as a tar-barrel;

Which frightened both the heroes so,

They quite forgot their quarrel.

I love little pussy, her coat is so warm,

And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;

So I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,

But pussy and I very gently will play.

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall;

Down will come baby, cradle and all.

There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.

She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do;

She gave them some broth without any bread;

Then whipped them all soundly and send them to bed.

I had a little hobby horse,

and it was dapple grey;

its head was made of pea-straw,

its tail was made of hay.

I sold it to an old woman

for a copper groat

and I'll not sing my song again

without a brand new coat.

Incy Wincy spider climbing up the spout

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

Then, Incy Wincy spider climbed the spout again

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard,

To get the poor dog a bone:

When she came there, The cupboard was bare,

And so the poor doggy had none.

She went to the baker’s To buy him some bread;

But when she came back The poor dog was dead!

She went to the joiner's To buy him a coffin;

But when she came back The poor dog was laughing.

She took a clean dish to get him some tripe;

But when she came back He was smoking his pipe.

She went to the fishmongers To buy him some fish

But when she came back He was licking the dish

She went to the alehouse To get him some beer;

But when she came back The dog sat in a chair.

She went to the tavern For white wine and red;

But when she came back The dog stood on his head.

She went to the hatter’s To buy him a hat;

But when she came back He was feeding her cat.

She went to the barber’s To buy him a wig

But when she came back He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer’s To buy him some fruit;

But when she came back He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor’s To buy him a coat;

But when she came back He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler’s To buy him some shoes;

But when she came back He was reading the news.

She went to the hosier’s To buy him some hose;

But when she came back He was dressed in his clothes.

The Dame made a curtsy, The dog made a bow;

The Dame said, Your servant; The dog said, Bow-wow.

Monday's child is fair of face

Tuesday's child is full of grace

Wednesday's child is full of woe

Thursday's child has far to go

Friday's child is loving and giving

Saturday's child works hard for his living

And the child that is born on the Sabbath day

Is good and kind and sweet and gay.

Cobbler, cobbler, mend my shoe

Get it done by half past two

Stitch it up and stitch it down

And I will give you half a crown

As I was going to St. Ives I met a man with seven wives,

Each wife had seven sacks, each sack had seven cats,

Each cat had seven kits: kits, cats, sacks and wives,

How many were going to St. Ives?

Old Mother Goose, where

She wanted to wander,

Would ride through the air

On a very fine gander.

She had a house,

'Twas built in a wood,

Where an owl at the door

For sentinel stood.

She had a son Jack,

A plain-looking lad;

He was not very good,

Nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market,

A live goose he bought:

"Here! mother," says he,

"It will not go for nought."

Jack's goose and gander

Grew very fond;

They'd both eat together,

Or swim in one pond.

Jack found one morning,

As I have been told,

His goose had laid him

An egg of pure gold.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,

Where’s the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

See Saw Margery Daw,

Johnny shall have a new master;

He shall have but a penny a day,

Because he can’t work any faster.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,

Went to bed with his trousers on;

One shoe off and one shoe on,

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John

Bow-wow, says the dog;

Meow-meow, says the cat;

Grunt, grunt, goes the hog;

And squeak, goes the rat.

Too-wit Too-woo says the owl;

Caw, caw, says the crow;

Quack, quack, says the duck;

And what sparrow says, you know.

So, with sparrows and owls,

With rats and with dogs,

With ducks and with crows,

With cats and with hogs,

A fine song I have made,

To please you, my dear;

And if it's well sung,

'T'will be charming to hear.

Doctor Foster went to Gloucester,

In a shower of rain;

He stepped in a puddle,

Right up to his middle,

And never went there again.

Hot cross buns!

Hot cross buns!

One a penny, two a penny,

Hot cross buns!

If you have no daughters,

Give them to your sons

One a penny,

Two a penny,

Hot Cross Buns!

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All day long

The doors on the bus go open and shut

Open and shut

Open and shut

The doors on the bus go open and shut

All day long

The people on the bus go in and out

In and out

In and out

The people on the bus go in and out

All day long

The driver on the bus says move along please

Move along please

Move along please

The driver on the bus says move along please

All day long

The windows on the bus slide up and down

Up and down, up and down

The windows on the bus slide up and down

All day long

The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish

The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish

All day long

The riders on the bus go bumpety bump

Bumpety bump

Bumpety bump

The riders on the bus go bumpety bump

All day long

The babies on the bus cry wah wah wah

Wah wah wah

Wah wah wah

The babies on the bus cry wah wah wah

All day long

The mothers on the bus go shh shh shh

Shh shh shh

Shh shh shh

The mothers on the bus go shh shh shh

All day long

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All day long

Little Tommy Tucker Sings for his supper.

What shall we give him? White bread and butter.

How shall he cut it Without e're a knife?

How can he marry Without e're a wife?

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To see a fine lady upon a white horse;

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,

She shall have music wherever she goes

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie

Dance to your Daddy my little man

You shall have a fishy on a little dishy

You shall have a fishy when the boat comes in

Dance to your Daddy, my little laddie

Dance to your Daddy my little man

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

His wife could eat no lean.

And so between them both, you see,

They licked the platter clean

A frog he would a-wooing go,

Heigho, says Rowley;

A frog he would a-wooing go,

Whether his mother would let him or no:

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

So off he marched with his opera hat,

Heigho, says Rowley;

So off he marched with his opera hat,

And on the way he met a rat,

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

And When they came to the Mousey's hall,

Heigho, says Rowley;

And When they came to the Mousey's hall,

They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call,

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"

Heigho, says Rowley;

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"

"Yes, kind sirs, I'm sitting to spin."

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer,"

Heigho, says Rowley;

"Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer,"

"For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

But while they were all a-merry making,

Heigho, says Rowley;

But while they were all a-merry making,

A Cat and her kittens came tumbling in.

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown,

Heigho, says Rowley;

The Cat she seized the Rat by the crown,

The kittens they pulled the little Mouse down.

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

This put poor Frog in a terrible fright,

Heigho, says Rowley;

This put poor Frog in a terrible fright,

So he took up his hat and he wished them good-night.

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

But as Froggy was crossing it over a brook,

Heigho, says Rowley;

But as Froggy was crossing it over a brook,

A lily white Duck came and gobbled him up.

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

So There was the end of one, two and three-

Heigho, says Rowley,

So There was the end of one, two and three-

The Rat, the Mouse, and little Froggy.

With a rowley, powley, gammon and spinach.

Heigho, says Anthony Rowley.

## Reprise (Only on original release)

The grand old Duke of York

He had ten thousand men

He marched them up to the top of the hill

And he marched them down again

And when they were up, they were up

And when they were down, they were down

And when they were only half-way up

They were neither up nor down

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,

He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile;

He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

The Man in the Moon came tumbling down,

And asked his way to Norwich;

He went by the south, and burnt his mouth

With supping cold pease porridge.

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea

Silver buckles on his knee

He'll come back and marry me

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's bright and fair

Combing down his yellow hair

He's my aim forever mair

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shaftoe's tall and slim

He's always dressed so neat and trim

The ladies, they all kick at him

Bonny Bobby Shaftoe

Bobby Shafto's gettin' a bairn,

For to dangle in his arm;

In his arm and on his knee,

Bobby Shafto loves me

Incy Wincy spider climbing up the spout

Down came the rain and washed the spider out

Out came the sun and dried up all the rain

Then, Incy Wincy spider climbed the spout again

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,

If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper,

Where’s the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper picked?

Doctor Foster went to Gloucester,

In a shower of rain;

He stepped in a puddle,

Right up to his middle,

And never went there again.

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All day long

The doors on the bus go open and shut

Open and shut

Open and shut

The doors on the bus go open and shut

All day long

The people on the bus go in and out

In and out

In and out

The people on the bus go in and out

All day long

The driver on the bus says move along please

Move along please

Move along please

The driver on the bus says move along please

All day long

The windows on the bus slide up and down

Up and down, up and down

The windows on the bus slide up and down

All day long

The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish

The wipers on the bus go swish, swish, swish

All day long

The riders on the bus go bumpety bump

Bumpety bump

Bumpety bump

The riders on the bus go bumpety bump

All day long

The babies on the bus cry wah wah wah

Wah wah wah

Wah wah wah

The babies on the bus cry wah wah wah

All day long

The mothers on the bus go shh shh shh

Shh shh shh

Shh shh shh

The mothers on the bus go shh shh shh

All day long

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All day long

Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To see a fine lady upon a white horse;

With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes,

She shall have music wherever she goes

## Credits

Designed and Directed by

DEREK MOGFORD

Director of Animation

ANNA BROCKETT

Animation Assistant

CAMY MEISSEN

Tracing and Painting

WHIZZLING PAINT & TRACE

DAVID McGUIRE GREG SMITH

DAMIEN KNAPPER

RUSSELL MARSHALL LOUISE HARDING

Rosturm Camera

NICK YATES

Music by

KICK PRODUCTION

Film Editor

MARTIN BOHAN

Videotape Editors

STEVE EVELEIGH NIGEL CATTLE

Graphics Assistant

LUKE WILES

Producer

JO PULLEN

Executive Producer

ANNE MILES

Produced by LIVING DOLL

for

Abbey Broadcasting Communications

© Abbey Broadcasting Communications 1992

## Opening (Original 1992 release)

1. Tempo Video Warning Screen (1987-2002)
2. AHE Abbey Home Entertainment/Tempo Video Ident (1990-2000, 2003)
3. The Tempo Pre-School video titles advert from 1991 with Anytime Tales, A Golden Treasury of Nursery Rhymes, Mr Men and Little Miss, Junglies, Spot, Postman Pat, Paddington Bear, Bump, Tales of Aesop and Tell me a Story. [announced by Enn Reitel]
4. One Two Buckle My Shoe and Other Favourite Rhymes title card (Long Version)
5. Start of The Grand Old Duke of York (1992)

## Closing (Original 1992 release)

1. End of Reprise (1992)
2. One Two Buckle My Shoe and Other Favourite Rhymes title card (Short Version)
3. One Two Buckle My Shoe and Other Favourite Rhymes closing credits