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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




S I was going to St. Ives,

I met a man with seven wives:

Every wife had seven sacks,

Every sack had seven cats,

Every cat had seven kits:

Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,

How many were there going to St. Ives?



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.


PUSSY cat, pussy cat, where have you been?

I've been up 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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COME, my children, come away,

For the sun shines bright to-day;

Little children, come with me,
Birds, and brooks, and posies see ;
Get your hats, and come away,
For it is a pleasant day.

Every thing is laughing, singing,
All the pretty flowers are springing;
See the kitten, full of fun,

Sporting in the brilliant sun;

Children, too, may sport and play,

For it is a pleasant day.

Bring the hoop, and bring the ball,
Come with happy faces all;

Let us make a merry ring,

Talk and laugh, and dance and sing.
Quickly, quickly, come away,
For it is a pleasant day.

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HERE 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.




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.

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?


LITTLE 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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