Candlelight: a cycle of nursery jingles

How many miles to Babylon?
Three score and ten
Can I get there by candlelight?
Aye, and back again.

I won't be my father's Jack,
I won't be my father's Jill,
I will be the fiddler's wife
And have music when I will.
T'other little tune,
Prithee, love, play me
T'other little tune.

Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They lay in bed till the clock struck ten.
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky:
"Oh, brother Richard, the sun's very high.
You go before with the bottle and bag,
And I will come after on little Jack Nag."

O my kitten, a kitten, 
And O my kitten, my deary,
Such a sweet pap as this
There is not far nor neary.
Here we go up, up, up,
Here we go down, down, down,
Here we go backwards and forwards,
And here we go round, round, round,

Little Tommy Tucker
Sings for his supper;
What shall he eat?
White bread and butter.
How will he eat it
Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married
Without e'er a wife?

There was an old man in a velvet coat,
He kissed a maid and gave her a groat,
The groat was cracked and would not go.
Ah, old man, would you serve me so?

I had a little pony, 
His name was Dapple Grey:
I lent him to a lady 
To ride a mile away,
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I'll never lend my nag again
For any lady's hire.

Now what do you think of little Jack Jingle?
Before he was married he used to live single;
But after he married (to alter his life),
He left off living single and lived with his wife.

There was a man of Thessaly
And he was wondrous wise:
He jump'd into a quickset hedge
And scratch'd out both his eyes.
And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jump'd into another hedge
And scratch'd them in again.

Suky, you shall be my wife, 
And I'll tell you why:
I have got a little pig,
And you have got a sty.
I have got a dun cow,
And you can make good cheese
Suky, will you have me?
Say "Yes," if you please.

There was an old woman went up in a basket
Seventy times as high as the moon,
What she did there I could not but ask it
For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
"Whiter, o whither, o whither so high?"
"To sweep the cobwebs from the sky,
And I shall be back again by-and-by."

Arthur o' Bower has broken his band:
He comes roaring up the land.
King o' Scots with all his power
Can't stop Arther o' the Bower.