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Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the

corn.

Where is the little boy minding the sheep?
Under the haycock fast asleep.

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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 sent them to bed.

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LITTLE BO-PEEP.

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.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting.

Then up she took her little crook,

Determined for to find them;

She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,

For they'd left all their tails behind them.

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THE MILKMAID.

'Oh where are you going, my pretty maiden fair,

With your red rosy cheeks, and your coal-black hair?'

'I'm going a-milking, kind sir,' says she; And it's dabbling in the dew you'll find

me,'

'May I go with you, my pretty maiden fair, With your red rosy cheeks, and your coal-black hair?'

Oh, you may go with me, kind sir,' says she; 'And it's dabbling in the dew where you'll find me.'

'Do you always rise thus early, my pretty maiden fair,

With the red rosy cheeks, and the coal-black hair?'

'I always rise thus early, kind sir,' says she; And it's dabbling in the dew where you'll find me.'

And what is your father, my pretty maiden. fair,

With your red rosy cheeks, and your coal-black

hair?'

My father is a farmer, kind sir,' says she; 'And it's dabbling in the dew where you'll find me.'

And what is your mother, my pretty maiden fair,

With your red rosy cheeks, and your coal-black hair?'

My mother is a dairymaid, kind sir,' says she; 'And it's dabbling in the dew where you'll find me.'

'And what is your fortune, my pretty maiden fair,

With your red rosy cheeks, and your golden hair?'

My face is my fortune, kind sir,' says she; 'And it's dabbling in the dew where you'll find me.'

Then I cannot marry you, my pretty maiden fair.'

'Nobody asked you, sir,' said she.

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SIMPLE SIMON.

Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair;

Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware.'

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Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny.'
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Indeed I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;

All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made

poor Simon whistle.

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THE OLD MAN.

One misty, moisty morning,

When cloudy was the weather,

I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in

leather;

He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do? and how do you do?
And how do you do again?

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THE OLD WOMAN.

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety-nine times as high as the moon.
Where she was going, I could not but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

'Old woman, old woman, old woman,' said I, 'Oh whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?'

To sweep the cobwebs from the sky.'

Shall I go with thee?' 'Ay, by and by.'

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TOM THE PIPER.

Tom he was a piper's son,

He learnt to play when he was young;
But all the tune that he could play,
Was Over the hills and far away.'

But Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleased both the girls and boys;
And they stopped to hear him play,
Over the hills and far away.

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