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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95.

ITTLE 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.

I

96.

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.

100.

HEOPHILUS Thistlethwate

Thrust three thousand thistles Through the thick of his thumb.

ITTLE Bo-peep

LIT

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.

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.

IX little mice sat down to spin;

SIX

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?

The cat's run away with the pudding

bag string.

THE

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?

106.

Song, set to Five Fingers.

1. THIS little pig went to market;

THIS

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.