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SONG IN TIME OF HAYING.
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going ?
I will go with you, if I may.” “I am going to the meadows to see them mowing,
I am going to see them make the hay.”
Curly locks! curly locks! wilt thou be mine?
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
HUSH A BYE BABY.
Hush a bye baby
On the tree top,
The cradle will rock,
The cradle will fall,
Bough, cradle, and all.
RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY.
Rain, rain, go away,
TALES OF SIMPLE SIMON.
Simple Simon met a pieman
Going to the fair ; Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
“ Pray, let me taste your ware.” 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.
Bye, baby Bunting,
A SONG OF SIXPENCE.
Sing a song of sixpence,
A bag full of rye;
Baked in a pie.
The birds began to sing;
To set before the king ? The king was in his 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, There came a little blackbird,
And snapt off her nose.
PEASE PORRIDGE HOT.
Pease porridge hot,
Pease porridge cold,
Nine days old.
I will. T-h-a-t, THAT.
THERE WAS A MAN IN OUR TOWN.
There was a man in our town,
And he was wondrous wise; He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes : And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main He jumped into another bush,
And scratched them in again.
Yankee Doodle came to town,
Riding on a pony;
And called it Macaroni.
LITTLE JACK HORNER.
Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
And said, “What a good boy am I !”
A CROOKED SONG.
There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked
mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked
mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked
HOW DO YOU DO, AND HOW DO YOU DO?
One misty, moisty morning,