Eh! dites-le, dites-le.
is of course;
Hey Diddle Diddle (the cat and the fiddle)
Chacun Gilles
Jack and Jill
Si sot, mair, je ris d’eau
See-Saw, Marjory Daw
Loup, si l’eau quete
Lucy Locket (lost her pocket)
And one more which was my own.
Age, Pays, Meaunes oise raisin
The first line of The Rose of Tralee