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

And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead; He went unto the brook, and shot a little duck,

And he hit her right through the head, head, head. Then he went home unto his wife Joan,

And bid her a good fire make, make, make; For to roast the little duck he had shot at the brook,

And he'd go and fetch home the drake, drake, drake.

108.

RID

IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To see what Tommy, can buy;
A penny white cake, and a galloping-horse,

And a hugey penny pie.

109.

ROUND about, round about, maggoty pie; ;

My father loves good beer, so do I.

ROBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round,

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A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round; Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round?

L"
ITTLE Tom Twig bought a fine bow and arrow;

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And what did he shoot? Why, a poor little sparrow.
Oh, fie, little Tom! with your fine bow and arrow,
How cruel to shoot a poor little sparrow!

112.

LADY-BIRD, lady-bird, fly away home,

Your house is on fire, your children at home; They're all burnt but one, and that's little Ann, And she has crept under the warming-pan.

113.

To market, to market

, to buy

a plum-bun; Home again, home again, market is done.

115.
SEE
EE-SAW, Jack in a hedge,

Which is the way to London bridge'
One foot up, the other down,
That is the way to London town.

HUSH a bye, baby, on the tree-top;

When the wind blows the cradle will rock ; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

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RIDE, baby, ride,

Pretty baby shall ride,
And have little puppy-dog tied to her side,
And little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride to see her grandmother ;

To see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother, in Germantown.

120.
THERE
THERE was an old woman, who lived in a shoe,

She had so many children she did not know

what to do;
She
gave

them some broth without any bread,
Then whipt them all soundly, and sent them to bed.

121.
LITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,

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Pye-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and

white,
And slated with pancakes-you ne'er saw the like.

122.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Ride to the market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggetty jog.