Nursery rhymes buckle my shoe

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe

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Langues : anglais, français
Thème : nombres de 1 à 20, action
Niveaux : CE2, CM1, CM2, Cycle 3

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♦ Paroles en anglais One Two Buckle My Shoe

« One, Two, Buckle My Shoe » (ou simplement « 1, 2, Buckle My Shoe ») est une comptine anglaise traditionnelle et une comptine à compter publiée pour la première fois dans « Songs for the Nursery » à Londres en 1805. Une origine crédible serait que les paroles de cette chanson se réfèrent au travail dans les manufactures de dentelle, ainsi qu’à d’autres travaux manuels des 16°, 17° et 18° siècles :

« Buckle my shoe » : renvoie au dentellier qui se prépare pour le travail.
« shut the door » : l’ouvrier, l’artisan ferme la porte de son magasin ou de sa maison pour aller au travail.
« pick up sticks » : Les sticks pourraient être les bobines de bois utilisées sur les métiers à dentelle.
« lay them straight » : les bobines sont alignées sur le métier, avant de commencer.
« a big fat hen » : La « poule » serait une sorte de coussin sur lequel repose la dentelle.
« Dig and delve » : renvoie aux travaux des jardiniers.
La suite de la chanson ferait référence aux domestiques d’une grande maison, et à un repas servi.

Apprendre à compter est l’une des premières choses que les enfants apprennent. Cette drôle de chanson traditionnelle numérique, présentée avec de jolies images, apprendra aux enfants à compter en anglais de 1 à 20. Chacune des actions peut être mimée en même temps que l’on dit la comptine. Les paroles en anglais sont accompagnées de la traduction en français.

Version anglaise :

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe

One, two,
Buckle my shoe;

Three, four,
Knock at the door;

Five, six,
Pick up sticks;

Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;

Nine, ten,
A big fat hen;

Eleven, twelve,
Dig and delve;

Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;

Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;

Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids in waiting;

Nineteen, twenty,
My plate’s empty.

Traduction française :

Un, deux, boucle ma chaussure

Un, deux,
Boucle ma chaussure ;

Trois, quatre,
Frappe à la porte ;

Cinq, six,
Ramasse des bâtons ;

Sept, huit,
Pose-les bien droit ;

Neuf, dix,
Une bonne poule grasse ;

Onze, douze,
Creuse et fouille ;

Treize, quatorze,
Des jeunes filles qui font la cour ;

Quinze, seize,
Des domestiques dans la cuisine ;

Dix-sept, dix-huit,
Des dames de compagnie ;

Dix-neuf, vingt,
Mon assiette est vide.

Paroles originales de “One, Two, Buckle My Shoe”

(Enregistré dans « Songs for the Nursery », publié en 1805)

Thirteen, fourteen, draw the curtain,
Fifteen sixteen, the maid’s in the kitchen,
Seventeen, eighteen, she’s in waiting,
Nineteen, twenty, my stomach’s empty.

• Nombres de 1 à 20 ;
• shoe, door, sticks, hen, kitchen, empty, big, fat.

• Verbes à l’impératif : lay, knock, dig, delve, buckle.

• présence de rimes,
• sons vocaliques longs : /u:/ de shoe, /ɔr/ de door, /i:/ de thirteen, fourteen…

• donner des instructions.

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe - Lyrics in French and in English

4. 1/5 - (22 votes)

Languages: English, French
Ressource Type: song, nursery rhyme
Theme: numbers from 1 to 20, action
Age-range: infant-preschool, 3 – 7 years

Download the words of the song:
♦ One Two Buckle My Shoe Lyrics

“One, Two, Buckle My Shoe” (or just “1, 2, Buckle My Shoe“) is a traditional English nursery rhyme and counting-out rhyme first published in “Songs for the Nursery“ in London in 1805. Learning to count is one of the child earliest lessons. For this reason, counting rhymes have a long history and many have the status of nursery rhyme. “One, Two, Buckle My Shoe” is an example of this kind. This funny traditional counting-out song, presented with attractive pictures, will teach kids how to count from 1 to 20: One, two…Buckle my shoe. Three, four…Knock at the door. Five, six…Pick up sticks. Seven, eight…Lay them straight. Nine, ten…A big, fat hen!

English Version:

One, Two, Buckle My Shoe

One, two,
Buckle my shoe;

Three, four,
Knock at the door;

Five, six,
Pick up sticks;

Seven, eight,
Lay them straight;

Nine, ten,
A big fat hen;

Eleven, twelve,
Dig and delve;

Thirteen, fourteen,
Maids a-courting;

Fifteen, sixteen,
Maids in the kitchen;

Seventeen, eighteen,
Maids in waiting;

Nineteen, twenty,
My plate’s empty.

French Translation:

Un, deux, boucle ma chaussure

Un, deux,
Boucle ma chaussure ;

Trois, quatre,
Frappe à la porte ;

Cinq, six,
Ramasse des bâtons ;

Sept, huit,
Pose-les bien droit ;

Neuf, dix,
Une bonne poule grasse ;

Onze, douze,
Creuse et fouille ;

Treize, quatorze,
Des jeunes filles qui font la cour ;

Quinze, seize,
Des domestiques dans la cuisine ;

Dix-sept, dix-huit,
Des dames de compagnie ;

Dix-neuf, vingt,
Mon assiette est vide.

“One, Two, Buckle My Shoe” Original lyrics

(Recorded in Songs for the Nursery, published in London in 1805)

Thirteen, fourteen, draw the curtain,
Fifteen sixteen, the maid’s in the kitchen,
Seventeen, eighteen, she’s in waiting,
Nineteen, twenty, my stomach’s empty.

• Numbers from 1 to 20 ;
• shoe, door, sticks, hen, kitchen, empty, big, fat.

• Imperative verbs: lay, knock, dig, delve, buckle.

• presence of rhymes ;
• long vocalic sounds: /u:/ of shoe, /ɔr/ of door, /i:/ of thirteen, fourteen…

• give instructions.

Poems about shoes for children

Pavel Filatov6.07.2019, 10:14

Hello, dear reader of the children's Internet edition "Churiki".

poems

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Sneakers

To our neighbor Vovka
Mom brought sneakers.
Just put on my new thing,
Do not recognize the neighbor Vovka.

Scowl, scowl,
He stands there thinking.

And the mother of her son asked:
- What happened?
What is the reason?
Here is the emblem - look,
The insole is soft inside.
Velcro here, lacing there,
What's wrong, tell me, Vovka?

- I want my new thing
Give your sister a workout.

Because when she sees
That everyone looks with envy,
Immediately proudly say: - Vovka
- The best brother in the world!

Author: Elena Eremina

* * *

Trainers

Mixed sneakers
Came back from training.
Silently and wearily,
They have little power left.
Pressed tongues
They have Velcro and laces.

Suddenly confusion in the party,
The step became light,
Strength, as before training,
Sneakers have become dandies,
Skipping on track,
Ah, what sandals -
Two dainty straps.

Author: Tatyana Umanskaya

* * *

Slippers, boots

Slippers with pompom in the morning
from bed to table,
boots are waiting near the door,
it's time for them to go outside.

Kindergarten - sandals,
"Czech shoes" soft - ballet,
and walking - again boots
and galoshes if it's snowing.

And running shoes for sports,
for the theater - there are shoes,
there are shoes with lacing,
yes, do not count everything!

In the evening - boots again,
and on the street - home,
well, at home, at the threshold
pompos are waiting for you and me.

***

* * *

Tale of boots

Very clean boots
Gathered for a walk
Two socks in the middle
Carefully climbed

Barely stretched,
The door was opened, they turned;
And reached for the button,
The elevator arrived - and already
Knocking on the ground floor

Once dressed for the season -
Trampled on the lawn;
And they came to the sandbox,
And they buried the sand;

immediately turned into a puddle
And almost drowned;
Red cat found
And they drove as best they could

So tired - my God!
Barely stomped home.
Mom came out - ah-ah-ah!
Dirt, dirt - over the edge!
Come on, wash and dry,
Well, exactly become
Near the door on the carpet -
Walked in the yard!

Author: Shiposhina T. V.

* * *

Vovka's boots

Vovka somehow got into a puddle for fun
Stepped, taking water, right boot.
And the left one only touched the puddle with his toe,
Afraid, however, to plunge deeper.
But the right one winks at him:
Dive, do not be afraid - we will swim together
And he dived to keep up with his brother...
All this was seen by a bearded goat
And he said, frozen as in the picture:
"Where did Vovka's boots go?"

***

* * *

New shoes

Milka's daughter
New boots.
Bright, beautiful,
Orange colors.

Cap with horns,
In tone - jumpsuit.
stomping feet
Right on the lawn.

Author: Irina Viktorova

* * *

Shoes

When my shoes are out of fashion
I will throw them away and for many years
They will lie in the attic
With boxes, trash and a doll in a scarf.

They will not be able to walk along the boulevard,
They can’t push the cat, come on, scat,
Can't jump, run, dance,
They won't be able to play football for a minute,

They won't be able to step on their friends' shoes
They will not be able to sleep on the rug in the hallway.
I'm sorry ... and in the morning I put them on again,
When will I buy others? I dont know.

Author: Yury Lysakov

* * *

Chilled Boot

Boot said:
— I'm so cold,
What does not matter to me
To the feet.
Let me go myself
I'll warm it up.
And sat on horseback
To the battery.

Author: Galina Ilyina

* * *

Shoes

Mom bought shoes
For my daughter Mila
Leather, red,
Satin bows.

Mila put on shoes,
Looked in the mirror for a long time:
Bows like butterflies,
Shoes are not slippers.

Like a ballerina, Mila
Walked on toes for a day,
Falling, spinning,
In general, I had fun.

Mila danced for a long time,
All capes have been beaten only,
Bows came off ...
"I need pointe shoes!"

Mila's mother was not angry,
I didn’t forbid dancing -
Daughter at dance school
Walks on toes.

Author: Vera Anoshina

* * *

Boots

My Alina has
New boots,
Red, beautiful,
New boots!

Will she wear them,
Avoid mud and puddles!
I really like Alinka,
Those new boots!

Author: Maria Efimova

* * *

The first boots

Moms, dads, uncles, aunts!
I'll tell you today
How to buy boots
For me, my family.

In the children's world on the counter
Rank by rank, row by row
Both sandals and boots,
And the boots are worth it.

I saw mine right away,
Dreamed of these for a long time.
If I were to wear them
I would get up and run.

I would then day and night
He wore them without taking them off,
I would drive a soccer ball,
I would have scored the first goal in them!

Suddenly I hear: “Very important,
To make the sock soft,
So that the heel does not rub
And the tongue didn't fidget.”

What are you talking about? Wait!
I have already made my choice.
I can't say it yet,
But my soul is crying.

In soft new boots
I'm in a wheelchair
And sad eyes
I look at my family.

Well, they are satisfied with themselves:
“How the boots fit!
Not a child - a feast for the eyes"
They speak affectionately.

Oh, my dears,
You did not understand me.
Grow up and tell you,
Like one summer morning
Only by touching with his wing,
Flew away smiling,
My first dream…

Author: Olga Weisbeker

* * *

Shoes, boots and boots

Offended shoes, sad boots:
Walking is not allowed on wet paths,
Walking the third day, one boots,
On the shelf in the rain they can not stand with their feet.

Author: Maria Lavruk

* * *

Shoes on the path

On the path by the river
someone threw shoes,
homeless people lying around,
turned out to be without marks.

Flowers still grew there,
like toothy cats,
but the flowers are hardly
the soles were torn from the shoes.

Dasha showed us everything:
squirrel shoes scattered -
here he is galloping along the path,
she has bare feet…

Author: Grandfather Volodya

* * *

Left shoe

My mischievous shoe
Always jokes with me.
Scruffy and dirty,
He behaves arrogantly.

This is the left one, this is the right one
Behaving correctly.
He is cleaner, more modest -
I have no complaints here!

Let's just get out, left p-time!
And untie immediately.
And also, such a prankster -
The tongue of passers-by teases!

Drawstring tongue,
I told him later:
- For such swagger
I will be terribly ashamed!

I see, I understood the slipper
He bit his tongue.
We are all very friendly now,
And the three of us go around the puddles!

Author: Olga Irkegulova

* * *

In the shoe closet

Here are my sneakers,
Jumping-running.

But grandfather's shoes,
Work-powerful.

Granny felt boots,
Good-grouchy.

Brother sandals,
Playfully pugnacious.

But father's boots
And my mother's boots.
Fathers can be seen - fishermen,
And mothers are like cats,
Clinging to daddy's stand,
As if, "Moore-r" they say.

Author: Roman Shisterov

* * *

Dad bought me shoes…

Dad bought me shoes,
Not shoes, but pictures!..
And now I'm running in them
To Theodore-groom...

Theodore played football,
And scored a wonderful goal ...
— Lisa, we need a goalkeeper!
Don't hit your face in the dirt! . .

Saved, conceded,
The third hit the post,
Seriously angered
Forwards-muff ...

And blows - left, right,
They hit you right on the spot ...
Theodore shouts to me: "Bravo!",
I blush with praise...

And my team with heat
Scores two goals…
I took off my shoes behind the barn:
— How hot I am!..

Author: Liza Fedina

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