BAA, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, master, have I,
Three bags full:

One for my master,

And one for my

dame,

And one for the little boy

Who lives in the lane.

THREE blind mice, see how they run! They all ran after the farmer's wife, Who cut off their tails with a carving knife;

Did ever you see such a thing in your life

As three blind mice?

JACK SPRAT could eat no fat,

His wife could eat no lean;
And so, betwixt them both, you see,
They licked the platter clean.

TOм, Tom, the piper's son,

Stole a pig, and away he run.

The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, And Tom went roaring down the street.

JACK and Jill went up

the hill

To fetch a pail of water;

Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

PUSSY-CAT, Pussy-cat,

Where have you been?
I've been to London

To look at the Queen.
Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat,

What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse
Under the chair.

LITTLE Robin Redbreast sat upon a

tree;

Up went Pussy-cat, down went he. Down went Pussy-cat, away Robin ran. Said little Robin Redbreast,

"Catch me if you can!"

RUB-A-DUB-DUB,

Three men in a tub;

And who do you think they be?

The butcher, the baker,

The candlestick-maker,

Going to the fair all three.

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Bow-wow," says the dog;

Mew, mew," says the cat; "Grunt, grunt," goes the hog; And "squeak," goes the rat. "Tu-whoo," says the owl; "Caw, caw," says the crow. "Quack, quack," says the duck; And what sparrows say, you know.

So, with sparrows and owls,
With rats and with dogs,
With ducks and with crows,
With cats and with hogs,

A fine song I have made,
To please you, my dear;
And, if it's well sung,

'T will be charming to hear.

SING

a song

of sixpence,

A pocket full of rye;

Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;

When the pie was opened

The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the King?

The King was in the counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The Queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey;
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes;
When up came a blackbird
And nipped off her nose.

MISTRESS Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle-shells and silver bells
And pretty maids all in a row.