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THE MAN IN THE WILDERNESS
The man in the wilderness asked me, How many strawberries grew in the sea?
I answered him, as I thought good, As many as red herrings grew in the wood.
THOMAS A'TATTAMUS
Thomas A'Tattamus took two T's To tie two tups to two tall trees, To frighten the terrible Thomas A'Tattamus!
Tell me how many T's there are in all that.
LITTLE GIRL, LITTLE GIRL
Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
Gathering roses to give to the Queen.
Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.
OLD KING COLE
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole And his fiddlers three!
LENGTHENING DAYS
As the days grow longer The storms grow stronger
HARK, HARK! THE DOGS DO BARK
Hark, hark! the dogs do bark, Beggars are coming to town; Some in jags, and some in rags, And some in velvet gown.
BESSY BELL AND MARY GRAY
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were two bonny la.s.ses; They built their house upon the lea, And covered it with rashes.
Bessy kept the garden gate, And Mary kept the pantry: Bessy always had to wait, While Mary lived in plenty.
WEE WILLIE WINKIE
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Up stairs and down stairs, in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock: "Are the children in their beds, for it's past eight o'clock."
BAA, BAA, BLACK SHEEP
Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I, three bags full: One for my master, one for my dame, But none for the little boy who cries in the lane.
EARLY RISING
He that would thrive, Must rise at five; He that hath thriven, May lie till seven; And he that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.
THE TAILORS AND THE SNAIL
Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail; She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now.
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