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Página 160 - A MAN of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds...
Página 70 - The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush. Here we go 'round the mulberry bush So early in the morning.
Página 135 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Página 138 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Página 28 - Rockabye Baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle and all.
Página 91 - That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid, That my father bought For two pieces of money : A kid, a kid.
Página 156 - Gay go up, and gay go down, To ring the bells of London town. Bull's eyes and targets, Say the bells of St Marg'ret's. Brickbats and tiles, Say the bells of St Giles'. Halfpence and farthings Say the bells of St Martin's.
Página 142 - There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread; She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.