The Nursery Rhymes of EnglandJohn Russell Smith, 1858 - 333 páginas |
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... thou , Tom ? Where art thou , Tom ? Quoth he , here , mother , here ! Within the red cow's stomach here , Your son is TALES . 47.
... thou , Tom ? Where art thou , Tom ? Quoth he , here , mother , here ! Within the red cow's stomach here , Your son is TALES . 47.
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... thou livest , the more foole thou art . ' See also a whole song , ending with these lines , in Ritson's ' North Country Chorister , ' 8vo , Durham , 1802 , p . 1. ] BRYAN O'LIN , and his wife , and wife's mother , They all went over a ...
... thou livest , the more foole thou art . ' See also a whole song , ending with these lines , in Ritson's ' North Country Chorister , ' 8vo , Durham , 1802 , p . 1. ] BRYAN O'LIN , and his wife , and wife's mother , They all went over a ...
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... you drowsy beast , get up without delay , For I must ride you to the town , so don't lie sleeping there ; He put the halter round her neck - so Moss caught his mare . PROVERBS LXXX . T. Swithin's day , if thou dost. TALES . 67.
... you drowsy beast , get up without delay , For I must ride you to the town , so don't lie sleeping there ; He put the halter round her neck - so Moss caught his mare . PROVERBS LXXX . T. Swithin's day , if thou dost. TALES . 67.
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PROVERBS LXXX . T. Swithin's day , if thou dost rain , For forty days it will remain : St. Swithin's day , if thou be fair , For forty days ' twill rain na mair , LXXXI . To make your candles last for a ' , You wives and maids give ear ...
PROVERBS LXXX . T. Swithin's day , if thou dost rain , For forty days it will remain : St. Swithin's day , if thou be fair , For forty days ' twill rain na mair , LXXXI . To make your candles last for a ' , You wives and maids give ear ...
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... thou mean , To kill thy poor Colly Now she's so lean ? Sing , oh poor Colly , Colly , my cow , For Colly will give me No more milk now . I had better have kept her , " Till fatter she had been , For now , I confess , She's a little too ...
... thou mean , To kill thy poor Colly Now she's so lean ? Sing , oh poor Colly , Colly , my cow , For Colly will give me No more milk now . I had better have kept her , " Till fatter she had been , For now , I confess , She's a little too ...
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apples baby Beccles bells of St besom bit the cat butcher carrion crow Catskin Cock me cary cou'd dame dance daughter day of Christmas diddle ding door fair fiddle fire Four colly birds give gone heigh horn house that Jack Jack built JACK SPRAT John Ball John Block John Crowder Johnny jump'd Kind sir king Kitty lady lee legs little dog little girl little pig LITTLE Robin Redbreast lol de riddle looby malt That lay married merry milk mother mouse night nursery oh poor Colly old woman pear tree Pemmy penny Pray pretty maid pussy-cat rhyme ride round Say the bells Seven swans shoe Simple Simon snail song stick tail tell thee thou Three French hens Thumb Tittlemouse Titty's dead Tom Thumb took town true love sent turtle doves wife
Pasajes populares
Página 1 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Página 70 - A MAN of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds...
Página 146 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Página 17 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Página 133 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Página 93 - Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.
Página 142 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Página 158 - Pease) Porridge Hot Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old ; Some like it hot, some like it cold, Some like it in the pot nine days old.
Página 72 - He that by the Plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.
Página 42 - The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown: The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town. Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown: Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town.