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THERE was a little guinea-pig,

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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bed, to bed,

Says Sleepy-head; Stay awhile, says Slow;

Put on the pot,

Says Greedy-sot,






N a cottage in Fife

Lived a man and his wife,
Who, believe me, were comical folk;

For, to people's surprise,

They both saw with their eyes, And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.

When quite fast asleep,

I've been told, that to keep
Their eyes open they scarce could contrive;

They walk'd on their feet,

And ’t was thought what they eat Help'd, with drinking, to keep them alive.


TO market ride the gentlemen,

So do we, so do we;
Then comes the country clown,

Hobbledy gee, hobbledy gee:
First go the ladies, nim, nim, nim;
Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim;
Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trop.

AT a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,

Make me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, And send it home for Tommy and me.




IRLS and boys, come out to play,

The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper and leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will, or not at all.
Up the ladder, and down the wall,
A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You'll find milk, and I'll find flour,
And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

HEY, diddle, dout, my candle’s out, ,

My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maiden home.

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