110.

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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.
Oh, fie, little Tom! with your fine bow and arrow,
How cruel to shoot a poor little sparrow!

112.

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.

113.

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
Every morning, when on high

The noble sun begins to ride.
This is why, my lady fair,

If you would the reason know,
For betimes the pleasant air

Very cheerfully doth blow.

And the birds on every tree

Sing a merry, merry tune,
And the busy honey-bee

Comes to suck my sugar soon.

This is all the reason why
I
my

little leaves undo:
Lady, lady, wake and try
If I have not told

you

true.

118.

HUSH a bye, baby, on the tree-top ;

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When the wind blows the cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all.

THERE

119.
RIDE
IDE, baby, ride,

Pretty baby shall ride,
And have little puppy-dog tied to her side,
And little pussy-cat tied to the other,
And away she shall ride to see her grandmother ;

To see her grandmother,
To see her grandmother, in Germantown.

120.
"HERE was an old woman, who lived in a shoe,
She had so many children she did not know

what to do;
She gave them some broth without any bread,
Then whipt them all soundly, and sent them to bed.

121.
L
ITTLE King Boggen he built a fine hall,

Pye-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black puddings and

white,
And slated with pancakes-you ne'er saw the like.

122.
To market, to market, to buy a fat pig;

Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
Ride to the market, to buy a fat hog;
Home again, home again, jiggetty jog.

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He often squeaked; was sometimes vi’lent;
And when he squeaked he ne'er was silent.
Though ne'er instructed by a cat,
He knew a mouse was not a rat.

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One day, as I am certified,
He took a whim and fairly died ;
And, as I am told by men of sense,
He never has been living since.

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