JENNY shall have a new bonnet,
And Jenny shall go to the fair,
And Jenny shall have a blue ribbon
To tie up her bonny brown hair.
And why may not I love Jenny?
And why may not Jenny love me?
And why may not I love Jenny,
As well as another body?
And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here is a leg for a shoe,
And she has a kiss for her daddy,
And two for her mammy, I trow.
And why may not I love Jenny?
And why may not Jenny love me?
And why may not I love Jenny,
As well as another body?
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Nievie, nievie, nicknack,
Which hand will ye tak'?
Tak' the right, or tak' the wrang,
I'll beguile ye, if I can.
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Oh, mother, I'm to be married to Mr. Punchinello;
To Mr. Pun, to Mr. Chin, to Mr. Nel, to Mr. Lo,
Mr. Pun, Mr. Chin, Mr. Nel, Mr. Lo, to Mr. Punchinello.
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Rain, rain, go to Spain,
And never come back again.
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Up hill spare me,
Down hill 'ware me,
On level ground spare me not,
And in the stable forget me not.
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When little Fred went to bed,
He always said his prayers;
He kissed mamma, and then papa,
And straightway went upstairs.
Bless you, bless you, bonny bee:
Say, when will your wedding be?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away.
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Jack Sprat's pig,
He was not very little,
Nor yet very big;
He was not very lean,
He was not very fat,
He'll do well for a grunt,
Says little Jack Sprat.
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Rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again
April day;
Little Johnny
Wants to play.
A little cock sparrow sat on a tree,
Looking as happy as happy could be,
Till a boy came by with his bow and arrow,
Says he, I will shoot the little cock sparrow.
His body will make me a nice little stew,
And his giblets will make me a little pie, too.
Says the little cock sparrow, I'll be shot if I stay,
So he clapped his wings, and flew away.
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The rose is red, the violet's blue;
The pink is sweet, and so are you.
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"We'll go a-shooting," says Robin to Bobbin,
"We'll go a-shooting," says Richard to John;
"We'll go a-shooting," says John, all alone;
"We'll go a-shooting," says every one.
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Valentine, oh, Valentine,
Curl your locks as I do mine;
Two before and two behind;
Good morrow to you, Valentine.
Mr. Isbister, and Betsy his sister,
Resolve upon giving a treat;
So letters they write,
Their friends to invite
To their house in Great Camomile Street.
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TO FIND THEM."]
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