COME, my children, come away, For the sun shines bright to-day; Little children, come with me, Every thing is laughing, singing, Sporting in the brilliant sun; Children, too, may sport and play, For it is a pleasant day. Bring the hoop, and bring the ball, Let us make a merry ring, Talk and laugh, and dance and sing. Quickly, quickly, come away, For it is a pleasant day. THERE And his bullets were made of lead; He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig, And knocked it off his head. I 93. 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? 95. 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. I 96. 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. 77 THE 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. THEOPHILUS 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. |