COCK a-doodle-doo!

!
Dame has lost her shoe,
Master's broke his fiddle-stick,

And don't know what to do.

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a

166.
DOBERT Barnes, fellow fine,
Can
you

shoe this horse of mine?
Yes, good sir, and that I can,
As well as any other man:
There's a nail, and there's a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod.

167.
ITTLE robin redbreast sat upon a rail,
He noddled with his head, and waggled with

his tail; He noddled with his head, and waggled with his

tail, As little robin redbreast sat upon a rail.

168.

THE

THE north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then?

Poor thing!
He'll sit in a barn,

And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing-

Poor thing!

THE END.