Chenodia, or, The classical Mother Goose

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Printed (not published): University Press, 1871 - Всего страниц: 28
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Стр. 24 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Стр. 14 - There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Стр. 23 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Стр. 15 - Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, The mouse ran down. Hickory dickory dock.
Стр. 9 - Jack Sprat could eat no fat, / His wife could eat no lean; / And so between them both, you see, / They licked the platter clean.
Стр. 17 - THERE was a little man, And he woo'da 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.
Стр. 22 - THREE wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My song had been longer.
Стр. 20 - Hark, hark. The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town, Some in rags, And some in jags, And some in velvet gown.
Стр. 13 - Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, The cow's in the corn. Where's the little boy That looks after the sheep ? He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
Стр. 17 - 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 sighed, 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?

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