The Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts All on a summer’s day. The Knave of Hearts, He stole the tarts And took them clean away. The King of Hearts, Called for the tarts And beat the Knave full sore. The Knave of Hearts, Brought back the tarts And vowed he’d steal no more.
Lavender’s blue, dilly, dilly, Lavender’s green; When I am king, dilly, dilly, You shall be queen. Call up your men, dilly, dilly, Set them to work, Some to the plough, dilly, dilly, Some to the cart. Some to make hay, dilly, dilly, Some to thresh corn, While you and I, dilly, dilly, Keep ourselves warm.