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Ride away, ride away,

Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat

Tied to one side;
And he shall have little dog

Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride

To see his grandmother.

Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
To get some meal to bake a cake;

So pray, my dear baby, lie still.

Little lad, little lad,

Where were you born ?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,

Where they sup butter-milk

With a ram's horn ;
And a pumpkin scoop'd,

With a yellow rim,
Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in.

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Pretty John Watts,

. We are troubled with rats,
Will you drive them out of the house ?

We have mice too in plenty,

That feast in the pantry,
But let them stay and nibble away,
Whal harm in a little brown mouse ?

Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.

Ride away, ride away,

Johnny shall ride,
And he shall have pussy-cat

Tied to one side ;
And he shall have little dog

Tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride

To see his grandmother.

Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
To get some meal to bake a cake ;
So pray, my dear baby, lie still.

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Little lad, little lad,

Where were you born ?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,

Where they sup butter-milk

With a ram's horn ;
And a pumpkin scoop’d,

With a yellow rim,
Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in.

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Pretty John Watts,

We are troubled with rats,
Will you drive them out of the house?
We have mice too in plenty,

That feast in the pantry,
But let them stay and nibble away,
What harm in a little brown mouse?

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Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang? At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.

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See saw, sacradown, sacradown,
Which is the way to Boston town!
One foot ap, the other foot down,
That is the way to Boston town.

Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,

One ran away,

The other would n't stay,
Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.

Hop away, skip away, my baby wants to play. My baby wants to play every day.

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