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The cat she seized the rat by the crown;
The kittens they pull’d the little mouse down.

This put poor frog in a terrible fright;
So he took up his hat, and he wish'd them good-night.

As froggy was crossing him over a brook,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.

So there was an end of one, two, and three,
The rat, the mouse, and the little frogg-ee!

55.

TACK SPRAT could eat no fat,
J His wife could eat no lean;
And so betwixt them both

They lick'd the platter clean.

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TWAS once upon a time

1 when Jenny Wren was young, So daintily she danced,

and so prettily she sung, Robin Redbreast lost his heart,

for he was a gallant bird; So he doff'd his hat to Jenny Wren,

requesting to be heard.

O dearest Jenny Wren,

if you will but be mine, You shall feed on cherry-pie, you shall,

and drink new currant-wine ; I'll dress you like a goldfinch,

or any peacock gay : So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine,

let us appoint the day. Jenny blush'd behind her fan,

and thus declared her mind : Since, dearest Bob, I love you well,

I'll take your offer kind;

Cherry-pie is very nice,

and so is currant-wine, But I must wear my plain brown gown,

and never go too fine.

Robin Redbreast rose up early

all at the break of day, And he flew to Jenny Wren's house,

and sung a roundelay; He sang of Robin Redbreast

and little Jenny Wren, And when he came unto the end,

he then began again.

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57. THERE was a glossy blackbird once 1 Lived in a cherry-tree, He chirp'd and sung from morn to night,

No bird so blithe as he;
- And this the burden of his song

For ever used to be,
Good boys shall have cherries as soon

as they're ripe,
But naughty boys none from me.

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TWENTY, nineteen, eighteen,
1 Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen,
Fourteen, thirteen, twelve,
Eleven, ten, nine,
Eight, seven, six,
Five, four, three,
Two, one;
The tenor o' the tune plays merrilie.-

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DANCE, little baby,

dance up high; Never mind, baby,

mother is by; Crow and caper,

caper and crow. There, little baby,

there you go Up to the ceiling,

Down to the ground, Backwards and forwards,

round and round: Dance, little baby,

mother will sing, With the merry carol,

ding, ding, ding.

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