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Told me a story
How he tried

Cock-horse to ride,
Sword and scabbard

by his side, Saddle, leaden spurs

and switches,
His pocket tight

With cents all bright,
Marbles, tops, puzzles props,
Now he's put in jacket and breeches.

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There were two blackbirds sitting on a hil.
One name Jack, and the other name Jill;
Fly away, Jack,-fly away, Jill,
Come again, Jack,-come again, Jill.

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Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his night gown ; Tapping at the window, crying at the lock, “Are the babes in their beds, for it's now ten o'clock?

A CAT'S TALE WITH ADDITIONS. Three little kittens lost their mittens;

And they began to cry,
Oh! mother dear, we very much fear

That we bave lost our mittens.
Lost your mittens ! you naughty kittens !
Then you shall have no pie.

Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie.


The three little kittens found their mittens,

And they began to cry,
Oh! mother dear, see here, see here,

See, we have found our mittens.
Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you may have some pie.

Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
Ob! let us have the pie,

Purr-r, purr-r, parr-r.

The three little kittens put on their mittens,

And soon ate up the pie;
Oh! mother dear, we greatly fear

That we have soild our mittens.
Soild your mittens ! you naughty kittens!
Then they began to sigh, .

Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.
Then they began to sigh,

Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.

The three little kittens washed their mittens,

And hung them out to dry; - Oh! mother dear, do not you hear, .

That we have washed our mittens. Wash'd your mittens ! Oh! you're good kittens.

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A FARMER went trotting upon his grey mare,

Bumpety bumpety bump,
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,

Lumpety lumpety lump.

· A raven cried croak, and they all tumbled down,

. The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown,

Lumpety lumpety lump.

The mare brompety bumpety all tumbled do

The mischievous raven few laughing away.

Bumpety bumpety bump. And vowed he would serve them the same next day,

Lumpety lumpety lump.

Go to bed Tom, go to bed, Tom—
Merry or sober, go to bed, Tom.

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