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

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. DIDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, 10 To see what Tommy, can buy; A penny white cake, and a galloping-horse,

And a hugey penny pie.


OUND about, round about, maggoty pie;
My father loves good beer, so do I.

ROBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round,

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


111. T ITTLE Tom Twig bought a fine bow and arrow;

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. T ADY-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.


To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun;
1 Home again, home again, market is done.

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CEE-SAW, Jack in a hedge,
W Which is the way to London bridge!
One foot up, the other down,
That is the way to London town.


THERE was an old man,

And he had a calf,
And that's half :
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall;

And that's all.

PRETTY flower, tell me why
1 All your leaves do open wide
Every morning, when on high

The noble sun begins to ride.
This is why, my lady fair,

If you would the reason know,
For betimes the pleasant air

Very cheerfully doth blow.

And the birds on every tree

Sing a merry, merry tune,
And the busy honey-bee

Comes to suck my sugar soon.
This is all the reason why

I my little leaves undo:
Lady, lady, wake and try

If I have not told you true.

USH 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.'

RIDE, baby, ride,

10 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.

THERE was an old woman, who lived in a shoe,
1 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. 1

121. T ITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,

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.

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