CURLY locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine; But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,

And feed

upon

strawberries, sugar,

and cream.

THREE blind mice, see how they run!

They all ran after the farmer's wife,

Who cut off their tails with the carving knife,
Did you ever see such fools in your life?

Three blind mice.

FEEDUM, fiddledum fee,
The cat's got into the tree.
Pussy, come down,

Or I'll crack your crown,
And toss you into the sea.

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THE lion and the unicorn

Were fighting for the crown;

The lion beat the unicorn

All round about the town. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown; Some gave them plum-cake, And sent them out of town.

"TWAS the twenty-ninth of May, 't was a holiday,
Four and twenty tailors set out to hunt a snail;
The snail put forth his horns, and roared like a bull,
Away ran the tailors, and catch the snail who wull.

LITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,
Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;

The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
And slated with pan-cakes-you ne'er saw the like.

Joa 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.

ROBIN and Richard were two pretty men; They laid in bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky, Oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high:

The bull's in the barn threshing the corn, The cock's on the dunghill blowing his horn, The cat's at the fire, frying of fish,

The dog's in the pantry, breaking his dish.

Hogs in the garden, catch 'em, Towser,
Cows in the corn-field, run boys, run.
Cats in the cream-pot, run girls, run girls,

Fire on the mountains, run boys, run.

RIDE a cock-horse to Banbury-cross,
To buy little Johnny a galloping-horse;
It trots behind, and it ambles before,
And Johnny shall ride till he can ride no more.

SOLOMON GRUNDY,
Born on Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday:
This is the end

Of Solomon Grundy.