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KING'S SUTTON is a pretty town, And lies all in a valley; There is a pretty ring of bells, Besides a bowling-alley: Wine and liquor in good store, Pretty maidens plenty; Can a man desire more?
There ain't such a town in twenty.
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COME, let's to bed, Says Sleepy-head; "Tarry a while," says Slow; "Put on the pot,"
Says Greedy-gut, "Let's sup before we go."
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Girls and boys, come out to play; The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper, and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street.
Come with a whoop, come with a call, Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall, A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You find milk, and I'll find flour, And we'll have a pudding in half-an-hour.
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HOW many days has my baby to play?
Sat.u.r.day, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Sat.u.r.day, Sunday, Monday.
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AROUND the green gravel the gra.s.s grows green, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink.
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AS I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes; I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose.
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MY little old man and I fell out; I'll tell you what 'twas all about: I had money, and he had none, And that's the way the row begun.
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DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come up to town In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
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DARBY and Joan were dress'd in black, Sword and buckle behind their back; Foot for foot, and knee for knee, Turn about Darby's company.
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IF all the seas were one sea, What a _great_ sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree, What a _great_ tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe, What a _great_ axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man, What a _great_ man he would be!
And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe, And cut down _the great_ tree, And let it fall into _the great_ sea, What a splish splash _that_ would be!
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RAIN, rain, go away; Come again another day; Little Arthur wants to play.
[Ill.u.s.tration: Barber, barber, shave a pig]
BARBER, barber, shave a pig; How many hairs will make a wig?
"Four-and-twenty, that's enough:"
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
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LITTLE Tom Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall he eat?
White bread and b.u.t.ter.
How shall he cut it, Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married Without e'er a wife?
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WHO comes here?
"A grenadier."
"What do you want?"
"A pot of beer."
"Where is your money?"
"I've forgot."
"Get you gone, You drunken sot!"
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TO market, to market, to buy a plum-cake; Back again, back again, baby is late; To market, to market, to buy a plum-bun, Back again, back again, market is done.
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BLOW, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn; That the baker may take it, And into rolls make it, And send us some hot in the morn.
[Ill.u.s.tration: A Man went a hunting at Reigate]
A MAN went a hunting at Reigate, And wished to leap over a high gate; Says the owner, "Go round, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate."
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THERE was a little n.o.bby colt, His name was n.o.bby Gray; His head was made of pouce straw, His tail was made of hay.
He could ramble, he could trot, He could carry a mustard-pot, Round the town of Woodstock, Hey, Jenny, hey!
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WE'RE all in the dumps, For diamonds are trumps; The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
The babies are bit, The moon's in a fit, And the houses are built without walls.