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PETER 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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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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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.

WHEN good king Arthur ruled England,

He was a goodly king :
He took three pecks of barley meal,

And made a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,

And stuff’d it well with plums,
And in it put great lumps of fat,

As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,

And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,

The queen next morning fried.

103.

SIX
IX little mice sat down to spin;

Pussy pass'd by, and she peep'd in;
What are you at, my jolly old men ?
We're making coats for gentlemen.
Shall I come in and cut off

your

threads? No, no, Miss Pussy, you 'll bite off our heads.

104.

SING! sing! what shall I sing?

I

The cat’s run away with the pudding

bag string.

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105. HERE was a little man,

And he woo'd a little maid, And he said, Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?

I have little more to say,

Than will you, yea or nay? For least said is soonest mended—ded, ded, ded.

The little maid replied,

Some say a little sigh’d:
But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat ?

Will the love that you're so rich in

Make a fire in the kitchen, Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?

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106. Song, set to Five Fingers. 1. THIS little pig went to market;

2. This little pig stayed at home; 3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter, 4. This little pig had none; 5. This little pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't

find my way home.

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