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... MUSTARD POT . Papa one day was going away , Upon his horse to trot , And on the edge of the table ledge He left a mustard pot . But yet before the parlour door He'd altogether shut , He said , ' My dears , I have my fears , You'll touch ...
... MUSTARD POT . Papa one day was going away , Upon his horse to trot , And on the edge of the table ledge He left a mustard pot . But yet before the parlour door He'd altogether shut , He said , ' My dears , I have my fears , You'll touch ...
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... mustard , Which made their red tongues sore . J. M. Heathcote . 60 BEAN POD . The pod of a bean Is smooth , soft , and green ; In the garden this morning I got one ; The bean it was laid In a soft white bed , Just like a piece of wool ...
... mustard , Which made their red tongues sore . J. M. Heathcote . 60 BEAN POD . The pod of a bean Is smooth , soft , and green ; In the garden this morning I got one ; The bean it was laid In a soft white bed , Just like a piece of wool ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Bell Horses BOOK bye-bye child cloth boards coal-black hair crumpled horn cuckoo flowers dabbling dance ye FARRAN Fcap flowers full bound GRIFFITH house that Jack Humpty Illustrations Jack built Jenny Wren killed Cock Robin killed the rat kind sir KING ARTHUR kissed the maiden Large Text Short Lessons Little bird Little Bo-peep little boys little children Little lamb LITTLE MISS MUFFET Little white Lily maiden all forlorn malt mee-ow Merrily merry milked the cow mittens Moss mouse mustard pot NEEDLEWORK o'er OKEDEN OLD MOTHER HUBBARD Pease porridge pieman pipe play pretty maiden fair purr-r pussy cat rain red rosy cheeks Robin Redbreast rook Round and Small S. T. Coleridge says Simple Simon sing Small-hand song STANDARD tattered and torn teacher Text Short Words thee three little kittens Thumbkin TOM TUCKER tossed the dog twinkle WEST CORNER Who'll wind worried the cat
Pasajes populares
Página 42 - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Página 57 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Página 45 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Página 57 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls himself a Lamb; He is meek and He is mild, He became a little child.
Página 37 - I have no name; I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old.
Página 45 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Página 13 - 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 26 - 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 32 - I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin." Who saw him die? "I," said the Fly, "With my little eye, I saw him die.
Página 13 - 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.