幼儿英语童谣
幼儿英语童谣（一）
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday. Happy birthday.
Happy birthday to you.
How old are you today?
How old are you today?
How old are you? How old are you?
How old are you today?
I'm __________ years old today.
I'm __________ years old today.
I'm __________ years old.
I'm __________ years old.
I'm __________ years old today.
幼儿英语童谣（二）
Bye bye. Goodbye. [Wave with one hand, then the other hand, then with both hands.]
Bye, bye, bye, bye. Goodbye.
I can clap my hands. [Clap your hands.]
I can stamp my feet. [Stamp your feet.]
I can clap my hands.
I can stamp my feet.
Bye bye. Goodbye.
Bye, bye, bye, bye. Goodbye.
Bye bye. Goodbye.
Bye, bye, bye, bye. Goodbye.
GOODBYE!
幼儿英语童谣（三）
Swanee River
Way down upon the swanee river, far, far, away.
There’s where my heart is turning ever there’s where the old folks stay.
All up and down the whole creation, sadly I roam.
Still longing for the old plantation and for the old folks at home.
All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, lady, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home.
One little hut among the bushes, one that I love.
Still sadly to my memory rushes, no matter where I love.
When will I see the bees a-hummin’ all round the comb?
When will I hear the banjo strummin’ down in my good old home?
All the world is sad and dreary, everywhere I roam.
Oh, lady, how my heart grows weary, far from the old folks at home.
幼儿英语童谣（四）
Loch Lomond.
By yon bonnie banks, and by yon bonnie braes.
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
Where me and my true love were ever won’t to go.
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Twas there that we parted in yon shady glen.
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond
Where in soft, purple hue the highland hills we view.
And the moon coming out in the gloaming.
Oh, you take the high road and I’ll take the low road.
And I’ll be in Scotland before you.
But me and my true love will never meet again.
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
The wee bird may sing, and the wild flowers spring.
And in sunshine the waters be sleeping.
But my broken heart knows not the heather or the glen.
For its blinded by the tears that I’m weeping.