She could sing nothing but fiddle cumfee, The mouse has married the humble bee; Pipe cat, dance mouse,

We'll have a wedding at our good house.

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MOSS AND HIS MARE.

Moss was a little man and a little mare did buy,

For kicking and for sprawling none could her come nigh;

She could trot, she could amble, she could canter here and there,

But one night she strayed away, so Moss lost his mare.

Moss got up next morning to catch her fast asleep,

And round about the frosty fields so nimbly he did creep;

Down in a ditch he found her, and glad to find her there,

So I'll tell you by and by how Moss caught his mare.

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THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.

This is the house that Jack built,

This is the malt that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat that killed the rat,

That ate the malt, that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,

That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog, that worried the cat,
That killed the rat, that ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

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OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone,

But when she came there the cupboard was bare,

And so the poor dog got none.

She went to the baker's to buy him some bread, But when she came back the poor dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's to buy him a coffin, But when she came back the doggie was laughing.

She went to the cobbler's to buy him some shoes,

But when she came back he was reading the

news.

She took a clean dish to get him some tripe, But when she came back he was smoking a pipe.

The dame made a curtsey, the dog made a

bow;

The dame said, 'Your servant, sir,' the dog said, 'Bow-wow.'

This wonderful dog was Dame Hubbard's delight;

He could sing, he could dance, he could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dainties whenever he fed, And erected a monument when he was dead.

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THREE LITTLE KITTENS.

Three little kittens lost their mittens,
And they began to cry,

'Oh, mother dear, we very much fear
That we have lost our mittens.'
Cat.

'Lost your mittens, you naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie;

Me-ow, me-ow, me-ow,

No, you shall have no pie.'

The three little kittens found their mittens,
And they began to cry,

'Oh, mother dear, see here, see here!

See! we have found our mittens.'
Cat.

'Put on your mittens, you silly kittens,
And you may have some pie.'

Kittens.

'Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
Oh! let us have the pie;

Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r ́