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HERE was a little guinea-pig,

Who, being little, was not big;
He always walked upon his feet,
And never fasted when he eat.

When from a place he ran away,
He never at that place did stay;
And while he ran, as I am told,
He ne'er stood still for young or old.

He often squeaked; was sometimes vi’lent ;
And when he squeaked he ne'er was silent.
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died;
And, as I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.


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BAT, bat,

Come under my hat,
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;

And when I bake,

I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.

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a cottage in Fife

Lived a man and his wife,
Who, believe me, were comical folk;

For, to people's surprise,
They both saw with their

And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.

When quite fast asleep,

I've been told, that to keep
Their eyes open they scarce could contrive;

They walk'd on their feet,

And ’t was thought what they eat Help’d, with drinking, to keep them alive.


To market ride the gentlemen,

So do we, so do we;
Then comes the country clown,

Hobbledy gee, hobbledy gee:


the ladies, nim, nim, nim; Next come the gentlemen, trim, trim, trim; Then come the country clowns, gallop-a-trop.


AT a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,

Make me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, And send it home for Tommy and me.


GIRLS and boys, come out to play,


, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street. Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will, or not at all. Up the ladder, and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all. You'll find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.

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HEY, diddle, dout, my candle’s out,

My little maid is not at home;
Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,
And fetch my little maiden home.

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