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A FALLING OUT
A little old man and I fell out; How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can; Get you gone, you little old man.
TOM, THE PIPER'S SON
Tom, Tom, the piper's son, Stole a pig and away he run!
The pig was eat and Tom was beat, And Tom went howling down the street.
PEG
Peg, Peg, with a wooden leg, Her father was a miller; He tossed the dumpling at her head, And said he could not kill her.
A DIFFICULT RHYME
What is the rhyme for porringer?
The king he had a daughter fair, And gave the Prince of Orange her.
THE OLD WOMAN TOSSED IN A BASKET
There was an old woman tossed up in a basket Seventeen times as high as the moon; Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.
"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I, "Where are you going to up so high?"
"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"
"May I go with thee?" "Aye, by-and-by."
POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
They made him a coat Of an old nanny goat, I wonder why they could do so!
With a ring a ting tang, And a ring a ting tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
TWO LITTLE DOGS
Two little dogs sat by the fire, Over a fender of coal-dust; When one said to the other dog, "If Pompey won't talk, why, I must."
SAt.u.r.dAY, SUNDAY
On Sat.u.r.day night Shall be all my care
To powder my locks And curl my hair.
On Sunday morning My love will come in,
When he will marry me With a gold ring.
MERCHANTS _of_ LONDON
Hey diddle d.i.n.kety, poppety, pet.
The merchants of London they wear scarlet; Silk in the collar, and gold in hem, So merrily march the merchantmen.
THE OWL IN THE OAK
There was an owl lived in an oak, Whiskey, whaskey, weedle; And all the words he ever spoke Were fiddle, faddle, feedle.
A sportsman chanced to come that way, Whiskey, whaskey, weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird, So fiddle, faddle, feedle!"