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Dance a baby diddit, What can his mother do with it, But sit in a lap, And give him some pap?

Dance a baby diddit.

Snail, snail, come out of your hole, Or else I"ll beat you as black as a coal.

At the siege of Belleisle I was there all the while, All the while, all the while, at the siege of Belleisle.

 

Bye, baby bunting, Father"s gone a-hunting, Mother"s gone a-milking, Sister"s gone a-silking, Brother"s gone to buy a skin To wrap the baby bunting in.

[Ill.u.s.tration: YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL.]

Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell; If I had as much money as I could tell I never would cry young lambs to sell, Young lambs to sell, young lambs to sell, I never would cry, young lambs to sell.

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Come, let"s to bed, says Sleepy-head; Tarry a while, says Slow; Put on the pan, says Greedy Nan, Let"s sup before we go.

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To make your candles last for aye, You wives and maids give ear-o!

To put them out"s the only way, Says honest John Boldero.

THE GREAT BROWN OWL

THE Brown Owl sits in the ivy-bush, And she looketh wondrous wise, With a h.o.r.n.y beak beneath her cowl, And a pair of large round eyes.

She sat all day on the selfsame spray, From sunrise till sunset; And the dim grey light, it was all too bright For the Owl to see in yet.

"Jenny Owlet, Jenny Owlet," said a merry little bird, "They say you"re wondrous wise; But I don"t think you see, though you"re looking at ME With your large, round, shining eyes."

But night came soon, and the pale white moon Rolled high up in the skies; And the great Brown Owl flew away in her cowl, With her large, round, shining eyes.

[Ill.u.s.tration: LITTLE TOM TUCKER.]

LITTLE TOM TUCKER.

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Little Tom Tucker Sings for his supper: What shall he eat?

White bread and b.u.t.ter.

How shall he cut it Without e"er a knife?

How can he marry Without e"er a wife?]

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Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail, The best man amongst them durst not touch her tail.

She put out her horns, like a little Kyloe cow, Run, tailors, run, or she"ll kill you all just now.

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Doctor Foster went to Glo"ster, In a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle, up to the middle, And never went there again.

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