Do you see that old beggar who stands at the door?
Do not send him away--we must pity the poor.
Oh, see how he shivers!--he's hungry and cold,
For people can't work when they grow very old.
Go, set near the fire a table and seat;
And Betty shall bring him some bread and some meat.
I hope my dear children will always be kind,
Whenever they meet with the aged and blind.
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For a Little Girl that did not like to be Washed.
What! cry to be wash'd, and not love to be clean!
There go and be dirty, not fit to be seen,
And 'till you leave off, and I see you have smiled,
I won't take the trouble to wash such a child.
Suppose I should leave you now just as you are,
Do you think you'd deserve a sweet kiss from papa?
Or to sit on his knee, and learn pretty great A,
With fingers that have not been washed all the day!
Ah, look at your fingers, you see it is so?
Did you ever behold such a little black row?
And for _once_ you may look at yourself in the glass:
There's a face to belong to a good little lass!
Come, come, now I see you're beginning to clear,
You won't be so foolish again then, my dear?
The Snow Ball.
Little Edward loved to go
Playing in the drifted snow,
Like some little boys I know;
Cold Edward!
He a solid snow ball made,
(Friendly tricks at home he played),
Which he in his pocket laid;
Wise Edward!
Very hard that day it freezed,
Very hard the ball was squeezed,
And he trotted home well pleased;
Sly Edward!
By the fire he took a seat,
Thoughtless of the power of heat,
Drops fall trickling on his feet;
Wet Edward!
Now the snow began to melt,
Vainly on the ground he knelt,
All now laughed at what he felt;
Poor Edward!
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Jenny Wren fell sick upon a merry time,
In came Robin Redbreast, and brought her sops and wine.
"Eat well of the sop, Jenny, drink well of the wine."
"Thank you, Robin, kindly, you shall be mine."
Then Jenny she got well and stood upon her feet,
And told Robin plainly she loved him not a bit.
Robin being angry, hopp'd upon a twig,
Saying, "Out upon you, fie upon you, bold-faced jig!"
Jenny Wren fell sick again, and Jenny Wren did die;
The doctors vow'd they'd cure her, or know the reason why.
Doctor Hawk felt her pulse, and shaking his head,
Says, "I fear I can't save her, because she's quite dead."
"She'll do very well," says sly Doctor Fox;
"If she takes but one pill from out of this box."
With hartshorn in hand came Doctor Tomtit,
Saying, "Really, good sirs, it's only a fit."
"You're right, Doctor Tit, the truth I've no doubt of;
But death is a fit folks seldom get out of."
Doctor Cat says, "Indeed, I don't think she's dead;
I believe, if I try, she might yet be bled."
"I think, Puss, you're foolish," then says Doctor Goose;
"For to bleed a dead Wren can be of no use."
Doctor Owl then declared that the cause of her death,
He really believed, was the want of more breath.
"Indeed, Doctor Owl, you are much in the right;
You might as well have said the day is not night."
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Says Robin, "Get out! you're a parcel of quacks;
Or I'll lay this good stick on each of your backs."
Then Robin began to bang them about;
They staid for no fees, but were glad to get out.
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There was a lit-tle man, and he had a lit-tle gun,
And his bul-lets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He shot John-ny King through the mid-dle of his wig,
And knock-ed it right of his head, head, head.
Daf-fy-down-Dil-ly has come up to town,
In a yel-low pet-ti-coat and a green gown.
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Mul-ti-pli-ca-tion is a vex-a-tion,
Di-vi-sion is as bad,
The Rule of Three per-plex-es me,
And Prac-tice drives me mad.
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Goo-sey, goo-sey, gan-der, whi-ther shall I wan-der?
Up-stairs, and down-stairs, and in my la-dy's cham-ber.
There I met an old man, who would not say his pray-ers;
I took him by the left leg, and threw him down stairs.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell,
And then he kept her very well.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had another and didn't love her;
Peter learnt to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.
When good King Arthur ruled his land
He was a goodly king;
He stole three pecks of barley meal
To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuff'd it well with plums;
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside;
And what they could not eat that night,
The queen next morning fried.
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As I went to Bonner,
I met a pig,
Without a wig,
Upon my word and honor.
Pitty Patty Polt,
Shoe the wild colt;
Here a nail,
And there a nail,
Pitty Patty Polt.
Brow, brow, brinkie,
Eye, eye, winkie,
Mouth, mouth, merry,
Cheek, Cheek, Cherry,
Chin chopper, chin chopper.
Shoe the wild horse, and shoe the grey mare,
If the horse wont be shod, let him go bare.
Lady-bird, Lady-bird,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
Your children will burn.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5,
I caught a hare alive.
6, 7, 8, 9, 10,
I let her go again.
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Hush-a-bye, baby,
Daddy is near;
Mamma is a lady,
And that's very clear.
Cross patch,
Draw the latch,
Sit by the fire and spin;
Take a cup,
And drink it up,
And call your neighbors in.
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Bow-wow-wow,
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tucker's dog,
Bow-wow-wow.
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Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king's horses, and all the king's men
Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again.
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vow'd he'd Steal no more.
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Naughty Willey Bell
Fell into the well,
Though Mamma told him not to move its cover;
For this stubborn little elf
Only chose to please himself,
Looking in, he turned giddy, and fell over.
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But the gardener heard him shout,
And with assistance got him out;
You never saw a boy in such a mess;
In future he will find
Mamma he'd better mind,
Nor again ever cause her such distress.
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The queen of hearts
She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day;
The knave of hearts
He stole those tarts,
And with them ran away:
The king of hearts
Call'd for those tarts,
And beat the knave full sore;
The knave of hearts
Brought back those tarts,
And said he'd ne'er steal more.
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The king of spades
He kiss'd the maids,
Which vex'd the queen full sore;
The queen of spades
She beat those maids,
And turned them out of door:
The knave of spades
Grieved for those jades,
And did for them implore;
The queen so gent,
She did relent,
And vow'd she'd ne'er strike more.
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The king of clubs
He often drubs
His loving queen and wife;
The queen of clubs
Returns him snubs,
And all is noise and strife:
The knave of clubs
Gives winks and rubs,
And swears he'll take her part;
For when our kings
Will do such things,
They should be made to smart.
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The diamond king
I fain would sing,
And likewise his fair queen;
But that the knave,
A haughty slave,
Must needs step in between:
"Good diamond king,
With hempen string
This haughty knave destroy;
Then may your queen,
With mind serene,
Your royal love enjoy."
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To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot;
Five cents a quarter, ten cents a side,
If it hadn't been killed, it must have died.
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The North Wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will poor Robin do then?
He will hop to a barn,
And to keep himself warm,
Will hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
Away, pretty Robin, fly home to your nest,
To make you my captive I still should like best,
And feed you with worms and with bread:
Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft,
Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft,
And your breast is all cover'd with red.
When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in,
Now I am a great boy and fit to serve the king;
I can handle a musket, I can smoke a pipe,
I can kiss a pretty girl at ten o'clock at night.
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.
Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it,
She opened the bag, he was out in a minute,
The Cat saw him jump, and run under the table,
And the dog said, catch him, puss, soon as you're able.