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"Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?"
"Thank you, kind sir, I hear you very clearly."
UP HILL AND DOWN DALE
Up hill and down dale; b.u.t.ter is made in every vale; And if that Nancy Cook Is a good girl, She shall have a spouse, And make b.u.t.ter anon, Before her old grandmother Grows a young man.
LUCY LOCKET
Lucy Locket Lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher Found it; Nothing in it, Nothing in it, But the binding Round it.
FORTUNE-TELLING BY DAISY PETALS
He loves me, he don't!
He'll have me, he won't!
He would if he could, But he can't, so he don't!
BABY BUNTING
Baby, baby bunting, Father's gone a-hunting,
Mother's gone a-milking, Sister's gone a-silking,
Brother's gone to buy a skin To wrap the baby bunting in.
THE MOUSE RAN UP THE CLOCK
d.i.c.kory, d.i.c.kory, Dock!
The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, d.i.c.kory, d.i.c.kory, Dock!
ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING
One misty, moisty morning, when cloudy was the weather, There I met an old man clothed all in leather; He began to compliment and I began to grin, How do you do? how do you do? how do you do again?
THE LITTLE HUSBAND
I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, And then I bade him drum.
I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him, And sent him out of town.
I gave him a pair of garters To tie up his little hose, And a little silk handkerchief To wipe his little nose.
TO THE HAYFIELD
w.i.l.l.y boy, w.i.l.l.y boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if that I may.
I'm going to the meadow to see them a-mowing, I'm going to help them make the hay.
THE MONTHS OF THE YEAR
January brings the snow, Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again.
March brings breezes, loud and shrill, To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses, Fills the children's hands with posies.
