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I LOVE SIXPENCE.
I LOVE sixpence, pretty little sixpence, I love sixpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And took fourpence home to my wife.
Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little fourpence, I love fourpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took twopence home to my wife.
Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence, I love twopence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took nothing home to my wife.
Oh, my little nothing, my pretty little nothing, What will nothing buy for my wife?
I have nothing, I spend nothing, I love nothing better than my wife.
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There was a fat man of Bombay, Who was smoking one suns.h.i.+ny day, When a bird called a Snipe flew away with his pipe, Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
[Ill.u.s.tration: "WHEN THE PIE WAS OPENED, THE BIRDS BEGAN TO SING."]
[Ill.u.s.tration: Music:
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE.
Sing a song of sixpence, A bag full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds; Baked in a pie; When the pie was open'd, The birds began to sing, Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?]
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THE King was in his counting-house, Counting out his money;
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The Queen was in the parlour, Eating bread and honey;
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The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes; By came a little bird, And snapt off her nose.
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Little Polly Flinders Sate 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.
Great A, little A, Bouncing B, The cat's in the cupboard, And she can't see.
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Poor old Robinson Crusoe! poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat of an old Nanny goat, I wonder how they could do so!
With a ring-a-ting-tang, and a ring-a-ting-tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
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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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The North Wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then?
Poor thing!
He will hop to a barn, And to keep himself warm, Will hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!
[Ill.u.s.tration: THE OLD WOMAN BUYING HER PIG AT MARKET.]
