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HERE 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.



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.


ROUND about, round about, maggoty pie;

My father loves good beer, so do I.

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OBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round,

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

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ITTLE Tom Twig bought a fine bow and arrow; And what did he shoot? Why, a poor


sparrow. Oh, fie, little Tom! with your fine bow and arrow, How cruel to shoot a poor little sparrow!


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;

Home again, home again, market is done.


Little robin redbreast

jump'd upon a wall, Pussy-cat jump'd after him,

and almost got a fall.
Little robin chirp'd and sang,

And what did pussy say?
Pussy-cat said only mew,

And robin jump'd away.

115. SEE-SA TEE-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.

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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,

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 was an old woman, whoʻlived 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,

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.

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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