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IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,

To see an old lady upon a white horse ;
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
And so she makes music wherever she goes.


DIDDLE, diddle, dumpling

, my boy John

Went to bed with his stockings on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.



S I went through the garden-gap,

Who should I meet but Dick Redcap!
A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,-
If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a



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CAT came fiddling out of a barn,

With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;
She could sing nothing but fiddle-cum-fee,
The mouse has married the humble bee:
Pipe cat,—dance, mouse;
We'll have a wedding at our good house.


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90. PUSSY cat, pussy cat, where have you been ? ,

? I've been


to London to look at the Queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there? I frighten'd a little mouse under the chair.

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92. THERE was a little man and he had a little gun,

And his bullets were made of lead;
He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,

And knocked it off his head.



I HAD a little dog, and they called him Buff,

I sent him to the shop to buy me some snuff;
But he lost the bag, and spill’d the snuff,
So take that cuff, and that's enough.


91. PETER PIPER pick'd a peck of pickled pepper;

A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper pick’d; If Peter Piper pick'd a peck of pickled pepper, Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper pick’d?




ITTLE boy blue, come blow up your horn,

A sheep's in the meadow, a cow's in the corn; Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Oh, he's under the haycock fast asleep.


I HAD a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell;

I gave him some work, and he did it very well; I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, He stepp'd in the coal-scuttle up to the chin. I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, But he tumbled quite down, and fell in a rage; I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer, He came up again, and said there was none there.


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