THE Queen of Hearts,
   She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day:
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
   And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts, 
Call'd for the tarts, 
   And beat the knave full sore: 
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
   And vow'd he'd steal no more.

Old Nurse's Book: Of Rhymes, Jingles and Ditties. Ed. and Illus. by Charles H. Bennett. London, England: Griffith and Farran, 1857. [Facsimile edition reproduced from The Osborne Collection of Early Children's Books. Toronto Public Library by Holp Shuppan, Publishers, Tokyo 1981.] p. 40.

The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts,
   All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts,
   And hid them clean away.
The King of Hearts he missed those hearts,
   And beat the Knave right sore, 
The Knave of Hearts brought back the tarts,
   And vowed he'd steal no more.

Baring-Gould, Sabine. A Book of Nursery Songs and Rhymes. Illus. by Members of the Birmingham Art School under the direction of A. J. Gaskin. London, England: Methuen, 1895, p. 143. No. LXXXV in Nursery Jingles Section

THE Queen of Hearts,
   She made some tarts,
   All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole those tarts,
   And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts, 
Called for the tarts, 
   And beat the knave full sore; 
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
   And vowed he'd steal no more.

Lang, Andrew, Ed. The Nursery Rhyme Book. Illus. by L. Leslie Brooke. London, England: Frederick Warne and Co., 1897, p. 116.

   The Queen of Hearts
   She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
   The Knave of Hearts
   He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.

   The King of Hearts 
   Called for the tarts, 
And beat the knave full sore; 
   The Knave of Hearts
   Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he'd steal no more.

Opie, Iona and Peter Opie, Comps. The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes. Oxford, England: Clarendon Press, 1951, p. 359-360. No. 434

   The Queen of Hearts
   She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
   The Knave of Hearts
   He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
   The King of Hearts 
   Called for the tarts, 
And beat the knave full sore; 
   The Knave of Hearts
   Brought back the tarts,
And vow'd he'd steal no more.

The King of Spades
He kissed the maids,
Which made the Queen full sore;
The Queen of Spades
She beat those maids,
And turned them out of door;
The Knave of Spades
Grieved for those jades,
And did for them implore;
The Queen so gent
She did relent
And vow'd she'd ne'er strike more.

The King of Clubs
He often drubs
His loving Queen and wife;
The Queen of Clubs
Returns his snubs,
And all is noise and strife;
The Knave of Clubs
Gives winks and rubs,
And swears he'll take her part;
For when our kings
Will do such things,
They should be made to smart.

The Diamond King
I fain would sing,
And likewise his fair Queen;
But that the Knave,
A haughty slave,
Must needs step in between;
Good Diamond King,
With hempen string,
The haughty Knave destroy!
Then may your Queen
With mind serene,
Your royal bed enjoy.

Baring-Gould, William S. and Cecil Baring-Gould, Eds. The Annotated Mother Goose: Nursery Rhymes Old and New. New York: Bramhall House, 1962. p. 152. No. 235