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COME, my children, come away,

For the sun shines bright to-day;

Little children, come with me,
Birds, and brooks, and posies see;
Get your hats, and come away,
For it is a pleasant day.

Every thing is laughing, singing,
All the pretty flowers are springing;
See the kitten, full of fun,

Sporting in the brilliant sun;

Children, too, may sport and play,

For it is a pleasant day.

Bring the hoop, and bring the ball,
Come with happy faces all;

Let us make a merry ring,

Talk and laugh, and dance and sing. Quickly, quickly, come away,

For it is a pleasant day.

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HERE was a little man and he had a little gun,,

THERE

And his bullets were made of lead;

He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig, And knocked it off his head.

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HAD a little dog, and they called him Buff,

I sent him to the shop to buy me some snuff;

But he lost the bag, and spill'd the snuff,

So take that cuff, and that's enough.

PETER

ER PIPER pick'd a peck of pickled pepper; A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper pick'd; If Peter Piper pick'd a peck of pickled pepper, Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper pick'd?

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LITTLE boy blue, come blow up your horn,

A sheep's in the meadow, a cow 's in the corn; Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Oh, he's under the haycock fast asleep.

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HAD a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell;

I gave

him some work, and he did it very well; I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,

He stepp'd in the coal-scuttle up to the chin.
I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
But he tumbled quite down, and fell in a rage;
I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer,
He came up again, and said there was none there.

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Came tumbling down,

And ask'd his way to Norwich.

He went by the south,

And burnt his mouth

With supping cold pease-porridge.

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THEOPHILUS Thistlethwate

Thrust three thousand thistles Through the thick of his thumb.

ITTLE Bo-peep

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Has lost her sheep,

And can't tell where to find them;

Let them alone,

And they'll come home,

And bring their tails behind them.

Little Bo-peep

Fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating;

But when she awoke

She found it a joke,

For still they all were fleeting.

Then up she took

Her little crook,

Determined for to find them;

She found them indeed,

But it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them.

It happened one day, As Bo-peep did stray Unto a meadow hard by,

There she espied

Their tails side by side,

All hung on a tree to dry.

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