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