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Hark! hark!

Bow, wow,

The watch-dogs bark:

Bow, wow.

Hark! hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.


A Dog, with a nice bit of meat in his mouth, went on a plank over a smooth brook. By chance he looked into the brook, and saw there what he took to be a dog with a bit of meat. He snapped to get this dog's meat as well as his own, but when he opened his jaws, the bit of meat he had in his mouth fell out and sank in the brook.


A Dog lay in a manger full of hay. An Ox came near and wanted to eat the hay. The Dog got up and growled at him, and would not let him eat it. "Cross dog," said the Ox, "you cannot eat the hay, and yet you will let no one else have any."



Old Mother Hubbard

Went to the cupboard,

To get her poor Dog a bone;

But when she came there,

The cupboard was bare,

And so the poor Dog had none.

She went to the baker's

To buy him some bread;

But when she came back,

The poor Dog was dead.

She went to the joiner's
To buy him a coffin;
But when she came back,

The poor Dog was laughing.

She went to the hatter's

To buy him a hat;

But when she came back,

He was feeding the cat.

She went to the barber's
To buy him a wig;

But when she came back,

He was dancing a jig.

She went to the fruiterer's
To buy him some fruit;
But when she came back,

He was playing the flute.

She went to the tailor's
To buy him a coat;
But when she came back,
He was riding a goat.

She went to the cobbler's

To buy him some shoes; But when she came back,

He was reading the news.

She went to the sempstress'
To buy him some linen;
But when she came back,
The Dog was a-spinning.

She went to the hosier's

To buy him some hose;

But when she came back,

He was dressed in his clothes.

The Dame made a curtsey,
The Dog made a bow;

The Dame said, "Your servant,"
The Dog said, "Bow, wow."

This wonderful Dog

Was Dame Hubbard's delight; He could sing, he could dance, He could read, he could write.

She gave him rich dainties,
Whenever he fed;

And erected a monument
When he was dead.


Mary had a little lamb,

Its fleece was white as snow,

And everywhere that Mary went
The lamb was sure to go:

He followed her to school one day, That was against the rule;

It made the children laugh and play To see a lamb at school.

And so the Teacher turned him out,
But still he lingered near,

And waited patiently about,

Till Mary did appear:

And then he ran to her, and laid

His head upon her arm,

As if he said, "I'm not afraid,

You'll save me from all harm."

"What makes the lamb love Mary so?" The eager children cry

"O, Mary loves the lamb, you know," The Teacher did reply.


Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bade thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?

Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know' who made thee?

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