John White
Flew his kite,
On a boisterous day,
A gale
Broke the tail,
And it soon flew away.
And while
On a stile,
He sat sighing and sad,
Charley Gray
Came that way,
A good natured lad.
"Don't cry;
Wipe your eye,"
Said he, "little Jack;
Stay here;
Never fear,
And I'll soon bring it back."
To the stile,
With a smile,
He presently brought
The kite,
And John White
Thanked him much, as he ought.
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Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair.
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed, I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishing,
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got,
Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look
If plums grew on a thistle,
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
Then Simple Simon went a-hunting,
For to catch a hare;
He rode on a goat about the street,
But could not find one there.
He went for water in a sieve
But soon it all run through;
And now poor Simple Simon
Bids you all adieu!
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I had a little hobby horse,
And it was dapple grey,
Its head was made of pea-straw,
Its tail was made of hay.
I sold it to an old woman
For a copper groat;
And I'll not sing my song again
Without a new coat.
He that would thrive,
Must rise at five;
He that hath thriven,
May lie till seven;
And he that by the plough would thrive,
Himself must either hold or drive.
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Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away he run;
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.
A Farmer went trotting upon his grey mare,
Bumpety bumpety bump,
With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair,
Lumpety lumpety lump.
A raven cried croak, and they all tumbled down
Bumpety bumpety bump;
The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown,
Lumpety lumpety lump.
The mischievous raven flew laughing away,
Bumpety bumpety bump,
And vowed he would serve them the same next day,
Lumpety lumpety lump.
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Old woman, old woman, shall we go a-shearing?
Speak a little louder, sir, I am very thick o' hearing.
Old woman, old woman, shall I kiss you dearly?
Thank you, kind sir, I hear very clearly.
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Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men's ditches.
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Little Miss Muffett
She sat on a tuffett,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a little spider
Who sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffett away.
Eggs, butter, cheese, bread,
Stick, stock, stone, dead,
Stick him up, stick him down,
Stick him in the old man's crown.
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Rain, rain,
Go away,
Come again
April day;
Little Johnny
Wants to play.
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Tom he was a Pi-per's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
But all the tunes that he could play,
Was "O-ver the hills and far away."
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleas-ed both the girls and boys,
And they all stop-ped to hear him play,
"O-ver the hills and far a-way."
Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could ne-ver stand still;
When-e-ver they heard him they be-gan to dance,
Even pigs on their hind-legs would after him prance.
He met old Dame Trott with a basket of eggs,
He u-sed his pipe and she u-sed her legs;
She danc-ed a-bout till the eggs were all broke,
She be-gan to fret, but he laugh-ed at the joke.
He saw a cross fel-low was beat-ing an ass,
Hea-vy la-den with pots, pans, dish-es, and glass;
He took out his pipe and play-ed them a tune,
And the Jack-ass's load was light-en-ed full soon.
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I had a little dog, they called him Buff,
I sent him to the shop for a three cents worth of snuff:
But he lost the bag, and spilt the snuff,
So take that cuff, and that's enough.
Molly, my sister, and I fell out,
And what do you think it was about?
She loved coffee, and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn't agree.
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Very ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.
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Handy Spandy, Jack a-dandy,
Loves plum-cake and sugar-candy;
He bought some at a grocer's shop,
And out he came, hop-hop-hop.
Go to bed Tom, go to bed Tom--
Merry or sober, go to bed Tom.
Mary had a pretty bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs, upon my word
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest notes he always sung,
Which much delighted Mary,
And often where the cage was hung,
She stood to hear Canary.
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Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn;
The sheep's in the mea-dow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?
He's un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.
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I had a lit-tle po-ny;
They call-ed him dap-ple grey.
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile a-way.
She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my po-ny now,
For all the lady's hire.
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Pe-ter White
Will ne'er go right,
Would you know the rea-son why?
He fol-lows his nose,
Wher-ever he goes,
And that stands all aw-ry.
See, see. What shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.
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I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.
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Ride a cock horse
To Ban-bu-ry Cross,
To see lit-tle Jen-ny
Up-on a white horse.
Rings on her fin-gers,
Bells on her toes,
She shall have mu-sic
Wher-ever she goes.
Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings;
Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings.
Mam-ma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
Why did you eat the dump-lings?"
I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep.
She wades the wa-ter, deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the moun-tains, high, high, high.
Poor lit-tle thing! she has but one eye.
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