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PRETTY flower, tell me why

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

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true.

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

HUSH

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.

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

THERE

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.

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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.

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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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HERE was a little guinea-pig,

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Who, being little, was not big; He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeaked; was sometimes vi'lent;
And when he squeaked he ne'er was silent.
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,

He took a whim and fairly died;
And, as I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.

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BAT, bat,

Come under my hat,

And I'll give you a slice of bacon;

And when I bake,

I'll give you a cake,

If I am not mistaken.

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