R. Caldecott's First Collection of Pictures and Songs - LightNovelsOnl.com
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They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a bull-calf in a pin-fold, an' that, too, they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a bull-calf, an' another he said "Nay; It's just a painted jacka.s.s, that has never larnt to bray."
Look ye there!
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They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a two-three children leaving school, an' these they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said that they were children, but another he said "Nay; They're no but little angels, so we'll leave 'em to their play."
Look ye there!
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They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was a fat pig smiling in a ditch, an' that, too, they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said it was a fat pig, but another he said "Nay; It's just a Lunnon Alderman, whose clothes are stole away."
Look ye there!
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They hunted, an' they hollo'd, an' the next thing they did find Was two young lovers in a lane, an' these they left behind.
Look ye there!
One said that they were lovers, but another he said "Nay; They're two poor wanderin' lunatics--come, let us get away."
Look ye there!
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So they hunted, an' they hollo'd, till the setting of the sun; An' they'd nought to bring away at last, when th' huntin'-day was done.
Look ye there!
Then one unto the other said, "This huntin' doesn't pay; But we'n powler't up an' down a bit, an' had a rattlin' day."
Look ye there!
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SING A SONG FOR SIXPENCE
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Sing a Song for Sixpence,
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A Pocketful
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of Rye;
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Four-and-Twenty Blackbirds
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Baked
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in a Pie.
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