Here we go:
I need not your needles,
They’re needless to me,
For kneading of needles
Were needless, you see;
But did my neat trousers
But need to be kneed,
I then should have need
Of your needles indeed
Robert Rowley rolled a round roll
A round roll Robert Rowley rolled
Where rolled the round roll
Robert Rowley rolled round?
There were three sisters in a hall,
There came a knight amongst them all;
Good morrow, aunt, to the one,
Good morrow, aunt, to the other,
Godd morrow, gentelwoman, to the third,
If you were aunt, as the other two be,
I would say good morrow, then aunt, all three.
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 there going to St. Ives?
Four dilly – danders,
And a wig-wag.
The two first are tounge twisters, and the three others riddles.