OH, DEAR!
Dear, dear! what can the matter'be? Two old women got up in an apple-tree;
One   came   down,   and   the other stayed till Saturday.
OLD MOTHER GOOSE
Old Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air On a very fine gander.
LITTLE JUMPING JOAN
Here am I, little jumping Joan, When nobody's with me I'm always alone.
PAT-A-CAKE
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake,
Baker's man! So I do, master, ' As fast as I can.
Pat it, and prick it, And mark it with T,
Put it in the oven
For Tommy and me.
MONEY AND THE MARE
"Lend me thy mare to ride a mile. "She is lamed, leaping over a stile.
"Alack! and I must keep the faia I'll give thee money for thy mare.'j
"Oh, • oh! say you so?
Money will make the mare to go\
ROBIN REDBREAST
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a trer Up went Pussy-Cat, down went he, I Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robl ran,
Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catcj me if you can!"
Little Robin Redbreast jumped up a spade,
Pussy-Cat  jumped  after  him, a|
then he was afraid. Little Robin chirped and sang, m
what did Pussy say? Pussy-Cat said: "Mew, mew, mev|
and Robin flew away.
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SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP
Sleep, baby, sleep, Our cottage vale is deep: The little lamb is on the green, With woolly fleece so soft and clean-Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep, Down where the woodbines creep; Be always like the lamb so mild, A kind, and sweet, and gentle child.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
CRY, BABY
Cry, baby, cry,
Put your finger in your eye,
And tell your mother it wasn't I.
BAA, BAA, BLACK SH
Baa, baa, black sheep]
Have you any wool? I Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full;
One for my master, I One for my dame, But none for the littlj Who cries in the lane
LITTLE FRED
When little Fred went to bec| He always said his prayei
He kissed mamma, and And straightway went
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LITTLE PUSSY
I like little Pussy, Her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm;
So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I
Very gently will play.
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie!
When the pie was opened The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-h(B
Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor, 1
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird And snapped off her nose.