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To bed, to bed, says Sleepy-Head;

Let's stay awhile, says Slow;
Put on the pot, says Greedy-Sot,

We'll sup before we go.

Dingty diddledy, my mammy's maid,
She stole oranges, I am afraid :
Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges, I do believe.

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Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,

Thy mammy is gone to the mill,
To get some meal to bake a cake;

So pray, my dear baby, lie still.

Little lad, little lad,

Where were you born ?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup butter-milk

With a ram's horn;
And a pumpkin scoop’d,

With a yellow rim,
Is the bonny bowlthey breakfast in.

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Pretty John Watts,

We are troubled with rats, Will you drive thein out of the house?

We have mice too in plenty,

That feast in the pantry,
But let them stay and nibble away,
What harm in a little brown mouse?

Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang ?
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.


See saw, sacradown, sacradown,
Which is the way to Boston town?
One foot up, the other foot down,
That is the way to Boston town.

Tom Brown's two little Indian boys,

One ran away,

The other would n't stay,
Tom Brown's two little Indian boys.

Hop away, skip away, my baby wants to play. My baby wants to play every day.

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Bow, wow, wow, whose dog are thou ? Little Tom Tinker's dog, bow, wow, wow.

Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,

Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair,
He's my love forevermore,

Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

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