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ROBERT Rowley rolled a round roll round,
A round roll Robert Rowley rolled round; Where rolled the round roll Robert Rowley rolled round?
And what did he shoot? Why, a poor little sparrow.
LADY-BIRD, lady-bird, fly away home,
Your house is on fire, your children at home; They're all burnt but one, and that's little Ann, And she has crept under the warming-pan.
To market, to market
, to buy a plum-bun; Home again, home again, market is done.
117. PRETTY flower, tell me why
All your leaves do open wide
The noble sun begins to ride.
If you would the reason know,
Very cheerfully doth blow.
And the birds on every tree
Sing a merry, merry tune,
Comes to suck my sugar soon.
This is all the reason why
little leaves undo:
HUSH a bye, baby, on the tree-top ;
Pretty baby shall ride,
To see her grandmother,
what to do;
Pye-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.