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There was an old Crow Sat upon a clod.
There's an end of my song, That's very odd.
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[Ill.u.s.tration: "DING, DONG, BELL."]
Ding, dong, bell, p.u.s.s.y's in the well.
Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.
Who pulled her out? Little Tommy Trout.
What a naughty boy was that, Thus to drown poor p.u.s.s.y Cat.
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NURSERY RHYME ALPHABET.
A was the Archer who shot at a frog.
B was Bo-peep, with her crook and her dog.
C was the Cow that jumped over the moon.
D was the Dish that ran off with the spoon.
E was Elizabeth, Betsey, and Bess.
F was the Forest where stood the bird's-nest.
G Gaffer Longlegs; downstairs he'd a fall.
H Humpty Dumpty that sat on the wall.
I was that "_I_" who was going to St. Ives.
J Jacky Horner, on plum-pie he thrives.
K was King Cole with his fiddlers three.
L Little Gold-Hair, peeping, you see.
M Mother Hubbard who thought her dog dead.
N Little Netticoat, with a red head.
O the old Woman "upon market day;"
P was the "Pedlar" who pa.s.sed by that way.
Q was the Queen of Hearts, tartlets she makes.
R was Red Riding Hood carrying the cakes.
S Simple Simon, the pieman beside.
T Tommy Tucker, for supper who cried.
U was the Unicorn, "beat round the town;"
V was Victoria--she fought for her crown.
W Whittington, who turned again, Over great London as Lord Mayor to reign.
X is a letter that here we can spare.
Y "Yankee Doodle," that went to the fair; Z is the Zany who laughed at him there.
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Swan, swan, over the sea; Swim, swan, swim.
Swan, swan, back again; Well, swan, swam.
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One misty moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I met a little old man, Clothed all in leather, Clothed all in leather, With a strap below his chin.
How do you do? and how do you do?
And how do you do again?
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Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John, He went to bed with his stockings on; One shoe off, and one shoe on, Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.
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The old woman must stand at the tub, tub, tub, The dirty clothes to rub, rub, rub; But when they are clean, and fit to be seen, I'll dress like a lady, and dance on the green.
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Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay.
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I'll tell you a story, About John-a-Nory: And now my story's begun.
I'll tell you another, About Jack and his brother: And now my story's done.
