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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.
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,
When they are clean and handy.
John O’Gudgeon he was a wild man,
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To draw a pail of water;
And Jill came tumbling after.
There was an old man,
And that's half;
And that's all.
There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
He shot John Sprig
Through the middle of his wig, And knocked it right off his head.