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And dreamt she heard them bleating;

But when she awoke

She found it a joke,

For still they all were fleeting.

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Her little crook,

Determined for to find them;

She found them indeed,

But it made her heart bleed,

For they'd left their tails behind them.

It happened one day, As Bo-peep did stray Unto a meadow hard by,

There she espied

Their tails side by side,

All hung on a tree to dry.


WHEN good king Arthur ruled England,

He was a goodly king:

He took three pecks of barley meal,
And made a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuff'd it well with plums,
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;

And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.


NIX little mice sat down to spin;


Pussy pass'd by, and she peep'd in ;

What are you at, my jolly old men?
We're making coats for gentlemen.

Shall I come in and cut off your threads?
No, no, Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our heads.


SING! sing! what shall I sing?

The cat's run away with the pudding

bag string.

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And he woo'd a little maid,

And he said, Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed?

I have little more to say,

Than will you, yea or nay?

For least said is soonest mended-ded, ded, ded.

The little maid replied,

Some say a little sigh'd:

But what shall we have for to eat, eat, eat?
Will the love that you're so rich in

Make a fire in the kitchen,

Or the little god of love turn the spit, spit, spit?


Song, set to Five Fingers.

1. THIS little pig went to market;

2. This little pig stayed at home;

3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter, 4. This little pig had none;

5. This little pig said, Wee, wee, wee! I can't

find my way home.

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HERE was a little man and he had a little



And his bullets they were made of lead, lead, lead;

He went unto the brook, and shot a little duck,

And he hit her right through the head, head, head. Then he went home unto his wife Joan,

And bid her a good fire make, make, make;

For to roast the little duck he had shot at the brook, And he'd go and fetch home the drake, drake, drake.


IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,


To see what Tommy can buy;

A penny white cake, and a galloping-horse,

And a hugey penny pie.


OUND about, round about, maggoty pie;


My father loves good beer, so do I.

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