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Higgledy, Piggledy, My black hen, She lays eggs For gentlemen; Sometimes nine, And sometimes ten, Higgledy, Piggledy, My black hen!
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Hickory, d.i.c.kory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one, The mouse ran down; Hickory, d.i.c.kory, dock.
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Hogs in the garden, catch "em, Towser.
Cows in the cornfield, run, boys, run; Cats in the cream-pot, run, girls, run, girls; Fire on the mountains, run, boys, run.
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Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
One a penny, two a penny, Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
Hot-cross buns!
If you have no daughters, Give them to your sons.
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Hub a dub dub, Three men in a tub; The butcher, the baker, The candlestick-maker, They all fell out of a rotten potato.
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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; Threescore men and threescore more Cannot place Humpty Dumpty as he was before.
(_An egg._)
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If all the sea were one sea, What a _great_ sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree, What a _great_ tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe, What a _great_ axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man, What a _great_ man he would be!
And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe, And cut down the _great_ tree, And let it fall into the _great_ sea, What a splish splash _that_ would be!
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If all the world was apple-pie, And all the sea was ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have for drink?
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If I"d as much money as I could spend, I never would cry, "Old chairs to mend!
Old chairs to mend! Old chairs to mend!"
I never would cry, "Old chairs to mend!"
If I"d as much money as I could tell, I never would cry, "Old clothes to sell!
Old clothes to sell! Old clothes to sell!"
I never would cry, "Old clothes to sell!"
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If "ifs" and "ands"
Were pots and pans, There would be no need for tinkers!
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If wishes were horses, Beggars might ride; If turnips were watches, I"d wear one by my side.
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I had a little pony, His name was Dapple-gray, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away; She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all that lady"s hire.
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I had a little hobby horse, His name was Tommy Gray, His head was made of pease straw, His body made of hay; I saddled him and bridled him, And rode him up to town, There came a little puff of wind And blew him up and down.
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I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep; She wades the waters deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains high, high, high; Poor little creature, she has but one eye.
(_A star._)