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Oh, mother, I'm to be married to Mr. Punchinello; To Mr. Pun, to Mr. Chin, to Mr. Nel, to Mr. Lo, Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo, to Mr. Punchinello.
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Rain, rain, go to Spain, And never come back again.
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Up hill spare me, Down hill 'ware me, On level ground spare me not, And in the stable forget me not.
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When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers; He kissed mamma, and then papa, And straightway went upstairs.
Bless you, bless you, bonny bee: Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day, Take your wings and fly away.
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Jack Sprat's pig, He was not very little, Nor yet very big; He was not very lean, He was not very fat, He'll do well for a grunt, Says little Jack Sprat.
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Rain, rain, Go away, Come again April day; Little Johnny Wants to play.
A little c.o.c.k sparrow sat on a tree, Looking as happy as happy could be, Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow, Says he, I will shoot the little c.o.c.k sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew, And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.
Says the little c.o.c.k sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay, So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
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The rose is red, the violet's blue; The pink is sweet, and so are you.
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"We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin, "We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John; "We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone; "We'll go a-shooting," says every one.
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Valentine, oh, Valentine, Curl your locks as I do mine; Two before and two behind; Good morrow to you, Valentine.
Mr. Isbister, and Betsy his sister, Resolve upon giving a treat; So letters they write, Their friends to invite To their house in Great Camomile Street.
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LITTLE BO-PEEP.
Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep, And cannot tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.]
