The Nursery Rhyme Book Part 8

c.o.c.k me cary, &c.

The frog he came whistling through the brook, Kitty alone, &c.

The frog he came whistling through the brook, And there he met with a dainty duck, c.o.c.k me cary, &c.

This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck, Kitty alone, Kitty alone; This duck she swallow'd him up with a pluck, So there's an end of my history book.

c.o.c.k me cary, Kitty alone, Kitty alone and I.

[2] Merry.

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THERE were two birds sat on a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; One flew away, and then there was one, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; The other flew after, and then there was none, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; And so the poor stone was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!

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"WHERE are you going, my pretty maid?"

"I'm going a-milking, sir," she said.

"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"

"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.

"What is your father, my pretty maid?"

"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.

"Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?"

"Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said.

"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"

"My face is my fortune, sir," she said.

"Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!"

"n.o.body asked you, sir," she said.

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THERE was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee: He worked and sung from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he; And this the burden of his song For ever used to be-- I jump mejerrime jee!

I care for n.o.body--no! not I, Since n.o.body cares for me.

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IF I'd as much money as I could spend, I never would cry old chairs to mend; Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend, I never would cry old chairs to mend.

If I'd as much money as I could tell, I never would cry old clothes to sell; Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell, I never would cry old clothes to sell.

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MY maid Mary She minds her dairy, While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.

Merrily run the reel And the little spinning-wheel Whilst I am singing and mowing my corn.

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UP at Piccadilly oh!

The coachman takes his stand, And when he meets a pretty girl, He takes her by the hand.

Whip away for ever oh!

Drive away so clever oh!

All the way to Bristol oh!

He drives her four-in-hand.

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"JACKY, come give me thy fiddle, If ever thou mean to thrive:"

"Nay; I'll not give my fiddle To any man alive.

"If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I'm gone mad, For many a joyful day My fiddle and I have had."

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I'LL sing you a song, Though not very long, Yet I think it as pretty as any.

Put your hand in your purse, You'll never be worse, And give the poor singer a penny.

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LITTLE Polly Flinders Sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes.

Her mother came and caught her, And whipped her little daughter For spoiling her nice new clothes.

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JOHN COOK had a little grey mare; he, haw, hum!

Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare; he, haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's bank; he, haw, hum!

And there his nag did kick and prank; he, haw, hum!

John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw, hum!

His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw, hum!

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The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he, haw, hum!

If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he, haw, hum!

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RIDE away, ride away, Johnny shall ride, And he shall have p.u.s.s.y-cat tied to one side, And he shall have little dog tied to the other, And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.

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THE Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts, He stole those tarts, And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more.

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