Group Title: Aunt Primrose's library
Title: March's nursery-tales
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 Material Information
Title: March's nursery-tales
Series Title: Aunt Primrose's library
Physical Description: 8 p. : col. ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: March, James ( Publisher )
Publisher: J. March
Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: 1855
Copyright Date: 1855
 Subjects
Subject: Nursery rhymes -- 1855   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' paper bindings (Binding) -- 1855   ( rbbin )
Hand-colored illustrations -- 1855   ( local )
Bldn -- 1855
Genre: Nursery rhymes   ( rbgenr )
Publishers' paper bindings (Binding)   ( rbbin )
Hand-colored illustrations   ( local )
poetry   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
 Notes
General Note: Cover title.
General Note: Illustrations are hand-colored.
 Record Information
Bibliographic ID: UF00016245
Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
Holding Location: University of Florida
Rights Management: All rights reserved by the source institution and holding location.
Resource Identifier: ltqf - AAA8777
notis - ALJ3855
oclc - 18198628
alephbibnum - 002242898

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i J THE FARM YARD.
The cock's on the dunghill
SBlowing his horn,
The bulls in the barn
Eating the corn,
The maid's in the meadow
T Making of hay,
And the ducks in the river
Are swimming away.
DICKERY DOCK.
SDickery dickery dock,
T.he mouse ran up the clock:
The clock struck one,
b And down he run;
4) Dickery, dickery, dock.
PILLY COCK.
Pillycock pillycock sate on a hill,
S If Ic's not gone--lie sits there still.
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Evening Amusement.
Girls and boys come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Come with a whoop, come with a call,
Come with a good will, or come not at all.
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
Come to your playfellows out in the street,
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A penny loaf will serve you all.

The Drunkard.
Who's there?- A grenadier.
What do you want?-A pot of beer.
Where's your money?-I forgot.
Then get you gone, you drunken sot.
Tom the Piper's Son.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Stole a pig, and away he run;
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat
Till he ran roaring down the street.

Patty Cake.
Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,
That I will master, as fast as I can.
Twist it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
And bake it in the oven for Tommy and me.


















EVENING AMUSEMENT.


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TOM THE PIPER'S SON.


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T he Cat and the Fidco.
Sing hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle;
The cow jump'd over the moon
The little dog laughed,
To see such sport,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.

Old Mother Widdle Waddle.
Old Mother Widdle Waddle
Jump'd out of bed,
And at the casement
She popt out her head-
Crying "The house is on fire,
The gray goose is dead,
And the fox has come
Into the town O!!!"

Old Chairs to Mend.
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.






The Little Husband.
I nad & little husband,
No bigger than my ihumb,
I put him in a quart pt,
And there I made him drum
I bridled him, I saddled him,
And sent him out of town
Upon a little monkey's back,
And gave him half a crown,
With a handsome pair of garters
To garter up his hose,
And a little pocket handkerchiefef
To wipe his dirty nose.
Three Wise Men.
Three wise men of Gothai
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
John Cook.
John Cook, he had a gray mare,
Her back stood up and her bones were bare;
Now as he was driving her up the hill,
She tumbled down, and made her will;
The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf,
If you want any more-why sing it yourself.
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