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Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,

And merrily jump the style, boys, A merry heart goes all the day,

Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.

I will sing you a song

Of the days that are long, Of the woodcock and the sparrow, Of the little dog that burnt his tail,

And he shall be whipt to-morrow.

I had a little Doll,

The prettiest ever seen, She washed me the dishes,

And kept the house clean. She went to the mill

To fetch me some flour, And always got it home

In less than an hour; She baked me my bread,

She brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire

And told many a fine tale.

When I was a little he,

My mother took me on her knee,

Smiles and kisses gave with joy,

And call'd me oft her darling boy.

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Is master Smith within ? Yes, that he is. Can he set a shoe ? Ay, marry, two. Here a nail, and there a nail,

Tick tack - too.

Charley loves good cake and ale,

Charley loves good candy,
Charley loves to kiss the girls,

When they are clean and handy.

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John O’Gudgeon he was a wild man,
He whipt his children now and then,
When he whipt them, he made them dance,
Out of Ireland into France,

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And then he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had another and didn't love her;
Peter learnt to read and spell;
And then he loved her very well.

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Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To draw a pail of water;
Jack felldown and broke his crown

And Jill came tumbling after.

There was an old man,
And he had a calf,

And that's half;
He took him out of the stall,
And put him on the wall,

And that's all.

There was a little man,

And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead,

He shot John Sprig

Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head.

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