SING song! merry go round, , to the oh! What shall I buy, A kite that will fly But if, when it gets there, Should open his door, JOHN COOK had a little gray mare; he, haw, hum; Her back stood up, and her bones they were bare ; he, haw, hum. John Cook was riding up Shooter's hill ; he, haw, hum; His mare fell down, and she made her will ; he, haw, hum. The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf ; he, haw, hum; 1 If you want any more, you may sing it yourself ; he, haw, hum. 24 35. I will go with you, if that I may. I'm going to help them to make the hay. 36. WHEN I was a little boy I lived by myself; I put upon the shelf. They made such a strife, To buy me a wife. And the lanes were so narrow, In a wheel-barrow. And my wife had a fall; Wife and all. a a |