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CONTENTS.NURSERY SONGS.NURSERY DITTIES.OUR PETS.A, APPLE PIE.THE RAILROAD AB C.PUNCH AND JUDY.THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.MORE NURSERY RHYMES.MY MOTHER.THE DOGS' DINNER PARTY.THE CATS' TEA PARTY.ROBIN REDBREAST.
NURSERY SONGS.HEY diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughed to see such sport,And the dish ran after the spoon.8
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NURSERY SONGS.Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall,Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall;All the king's horses, and all the king'smen,Couldn't set Humpty-Dumpty up again.Young lambs to sell, young lambs tosell;If I had as much money as I could tell,I never would cry young lambs to sell,Young lambs to sell, young lambs tosell,I never would cry, young lambs to sell!
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UJ1SERY SONGS.Old King ColeWas a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;And lie called for his pipeAnd he called for his glass,And he called for his fiddlers three!Little Boy Blue, come blow me yourhorn;The sheep's in the meadow, the cow'sin the corn.Where's the little boy that looks afterthe sheep?He's under the haycock, fast asleep.L
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NURSERY SONGS.A carrion crow sat on an oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his coat;Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!The tailor shot, and he missed his mark,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,And shot the miller's sow right throughthe heart;Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do!Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon;Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,For the old miller's sow is in a swoon;Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do i10
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NURSERY DITTIES.SING a Song of Sixpence, a pocket fullof rye,Four--and-twenty blackbirds baked in apie;When the pie was opened, the birds be-gan to sing:Was not that a dainty dish to set beforea King ?The King was in the counting-house,counting out his money;The Queen was in the parlour, eatingbread and honey;The Maid was in the garden, hangingout the clothes,By came a blackbird, and snapped offher nose.
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NURSERY DITTIES.Hark, hark,The dogs do bark,The beggars are coming to town;Some in jags,Some in rags,And some in velvet gown.The Queen of HeartsShe made some tartsAll on a summer's day;The Knave of HeartsHe stole those tarts,And took them clean away.The King of HeartsCall'd for the tarts,And beat the Knave full sore;The Knave of HeartsBrought back the tarts,And vow'd he'd steal no more.
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NURSERY DITTIES.Ride a cock-horseTo Banbury Cross,To see a fine ladyUpon a white horse.Rings on her fingers,Bells on her toes,She shall have musicWherever she goes.See-saw, Margery Daw,Jenny shall have a new master;She shall have but a penny a day,Because she can't work any faster.8
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NURSERY DITTIES.Little Tom TuckerSings for his supper:What shall he eat ?White bread and butter.How shall he cut itWithout e'er a knife?How can he marryWithout e'er a wife?
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OUR PETS.THIS is Pol-ly's own cat, Topsy. She looks ve-ryprim and quiet ; but if you play with her, you willfind she is a ve-ry mer-ry lit-le cat. She will jumpup-on the ta-ble at break-fast, and run off withPol-ly's toast; and if mam-ma be wri-ting a let-ter,Top-sy will steal soft-ly a-long the arm of the so-fa,and rub her paw o-ver the last word mam-ma haswrit-ten, and make a great blot in the let-ter.Some-times she will sit as still as a mouse on Un-cle Tom's shoul-der while he is read-ing, and lookso grave-ly on the book that you might think shewas read-ing too: but she is not quite wise e-noughfor that.Car-lo is Har-ry's dog, and a ve-ry good dog heis. If you were to throw a stone twen-ty timesin-to the foam-ing sea, Car-lo would plunge in, with-out a-ny fear, and bring the ve-ry same stone out3
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OUR PETS.to you. And if Har-ry loses his ball a-mong thelong grass, Car-lo brings it in a mi-nute. And hecan do bet-ter things than these, for one day inwin-ter, when the ri-ver was fro-zen, and Har-rywas ska-ting on it ve-ry nice-ly, he came to a placewhere the ice was thin, for a hole had been bro-kenthe day before, and there had not been time for itto get hard a-gain. Poor Har-ry broke throughthe ice and sank down in-to the wa-ter; he wouldhave been drown-ed, but Car-lo di-ved down, andbrought him out safe. No won-der Car-lo is a pet.These pi-geons be-long to little Pol-ly. Theyhave a ve-ry pret-ty house to live in, and Pol-ly feedsthem e-ve-ry morn-ing with bar-ley or peas. Whenthey see her come with her lit-tle bas-ket, they allfly down from the roof of the dove-cot, and willhop round her, perch on her should-er, and eatfrom her hand. But if they see Top-sy steal-ingun-der the Trees, or Car-lo run-ning over the grass-plot, a-way they all fly. The Pi-geons trust Pol-ly,but they will not trust sly puss, nor rough Car-lo.Pret-ty, shy pets, are Pol-ly's pi-geons.5
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OUR PETS.Rab-bits are pret-ty mild crea-tures. Some-times they live on moors, where they hide in bur-rows, which are holes in the ground, then they runabout the fields and eat the green corn, and tur-niptops, and some-times in win-ter are ve-ry hun-gry.But Har-ry's tame rab-bits have a warm house, andplen-ty of clean straw, and fresh food e-ve-ry day,and are as well off as rab-bits can be that are inpri-son. Har-ry goes in-to the fields to pick clo-verand rib grass for them, the gar-den-er gives himlet-tuce and cab-bage leaves; and he some-timesgives them dry corn, for he likes them to have achange of food. The large, fine old rab-bit is call-edBun-ny. She is a great pet.You see here Pol-ly and her Pet 'lamb. Themo-ther died in the cold wet wea-ther in spring,and the poor lit-tle lamb would have died too, butit was brought in-to the house and gi-ven to Pol-ly,who fed it with warm milk through the spout ofher doll's tea-pot e-ve-ry day, till it grew so bigthat she used to bring it grass to eat. Pol-ly calledher pet lamb Nan, and there nev-er was such a pet8
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OUR PETS.lamb. It fol-low-ed Pol-ly up stairs to the nur-se-ry, and down to the school-room, and round thefields when she walk-ed out; and Pol-ly said, " IfNan did grow to be a great sheep, she should neverbe kill-ed for mut-ton."Lit-tle Pol-ly went e-ve-ry morn-ing to thePoul-try yard to see the Poul-try wo-man feed thefowls. Her mam-ma had given her a Cock and aHen, and a fine brood of chickens, to be her own.She fed them her-self, and they were al-ways rea-dyto come round her when they heard her say, Chuck!chuck! Pol-ly was nev-er a-fraid of the fine, boldCock, even when he crow-ed so loud-ly that youmight have heard him a mile off. He was ve-ryfierce if a-ny o-ther cock came near his fa-mi-ly,but he was quite tame with Pol-ly, and bow-ed likea gen-tle-man when she gave him his bar-ley.10
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PUNCH AND JUDY.AH! here is our friend Punch and his wife Ju-dy. Punchhad just been sing-ing his fa-vour-ite song of " Root-to-to-to-too-it!" walk-ing a-bout and knock-ing his stick, whenat last he call-ed out, " Ju-dy Ju-dy! " sev-e-ral times,thump-ing on the win-dow sill. Pre-sent-ly Ju-dy pop-pedin. " Bring the ba-by," said Punch, in a tone which sa-tis-fi-ed Ju-dy that he was in high good hu-mour. She pop-ped out a-gain, and soon re-turn-ed with the pre-ci-ousba-by. " Oh, is-n't it a dar-ling! " said Punch ca-ress-ing-ly. " It was a dar-ling and a duck-o'-di-a-monds!"said .Ju-dy, ad-dress-ing her-self to the ba-by. " I do de-clare, it is just like its mo-ther," said Punch, " only it is'ntquite so hand-some." " Oh! you are a flat-ter-er," saidJu-dy; " you know that e-ve-ry-bo-dy says that it's theve-ry i-mage of it's fa-ther." " Give it to me," said Punch," I'll nurse the lit-tle dear while you get the din-ner rea-dy.There! go now; I know how to man-age. Do you thinkI can't nurse a ba-by? Hah, hah!"Ju-dy did not half like giv-ing up the ba-by. Men areso clum-sy," she said. But Punch looked so coax-ing, andshe was so pleas-ed with his com-pli-ment, that she couldnot re-sist. " Now mind and don't hurt it, Punch," saidshe; "and, for your life, don't let it fall!" "Hah! hah!"said Punch; " I hurt a ba-by indeed! Root-to-to-to-too-it!"and on he went march-ing a-bout, danc-ing and hug-ginghis ba-by in a style that would have fright-en-ed Ju-dy,had she been pre-sent. At last he gave it an un-luc-ky3
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PUNCH AND JUDY.toss, and threw it out of the win-dow. " Oh, dear! oh,dear !" said Punch; " oh, dear! oh, dear! Ju-dy! Ju-dy !Doc-tor Doc-tor !" he cri-ed, at the top of his voice. Incame Ju-dy, in great haste. "I told you so," she ex-claim-ed, "I knew you would."In she came, a mo-ment af-ter, with a stick, and laid ita-bout Punch's head. But Punch snatch-ed a-way thestick, and gave poor Ju-dy such a blow that she fell downdead. "Oh, dear! oh, dear !' he said. " Oh, dear! oh,dear! I feel very ill. Doc-tor! Doc-tor! Doc- tor, Ishall die;" and he laid him-self down flat up-on the floor.In came the Doc-tor, with a slow step and so-lemn air:-" What's the mat-ter, Mr. Punch! Sit up and let me feelyour pulse, sir. Yes, you are ve-ry ill, I see; I mustsend you a pill, sir." " I shan't take it," says Punch."iOh, but you must, sir if you do not, you'll die!" "Idon't care for that," said Punch, " I shan't take it." " ButI in-sist up-on it, sir; you must take it, Mr. Punch."" But I wont take it, Mr. Doctor; you may take it your-self," And, jump-ing up, he seiz-ed his stick, and be-la-bour-ed the poor Doc-tor at such a rate that he was ve-ryglad to run a-way." Root-to-to-to-too-it!" cried Punch, as he march-ed offaf-ter set-tling the Doc-tor. Pre-sent-ly, a great knock-ing at the door was heard. " Who's there ?" said Punch." It's me," said a gruff voice. " And who are you?" saidPunch. " O-pen the door, I tell you." "I shan't, I tellyou," said Punch. " Then I'll break it o-pen." And in-stan-ly the door flew o-pei, and in walk-ed the Bea-dle ofthe Pa-rish. " Hol-loa! old fel-low," said Punch; " whoare you?" " I am the Bea-dle of the Pa-rish." " Andwhat do you want here ?" said Punch. " I come to takeyou to pri-son." " What for ?" For kill-ing -your wife,sir !" " I shan't go." " But you must." " I tell you, I5
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PUNCH AND JUDY.wont." " But you shall," said the con-sta-ble, giv-ing hima blow with his stick a-cross the head. " But I shan't,"said Punch, re-turn-ing the com-pli-ment. " You shall."" I shan't." " You shall." " I shan't." And so they wenton, blow fol-low-ing blow in quick suc-ces-sion, till downwent the poor con-sta-ble at last, and Punch march-eda-bout in tri-umph with his " Root-to-to-to-too-it! "Then Jo-ey, the clown, came in to see Punch, and hearthe news; and Punch told him with great glee, how hehad set-tled the Bea-dle and the Doc-tor: but he was notquite so gay when he came to poor Ju-dy and the ba-by." I say, friend Punch," says Jo-ey, "you'll swing for this,I'm think-ing." " No I shan't," said Punch. " You willthough, old fellow, take my word for it." "And you takethat," said Punch, aim-ing a blow at Jo-ey's head. ButJo-ey bob-bed down and let the blow pass; then look-edup grin-ning at Punch, with his hands still stuck in hispock-ets, as much as to say, " It's no use, old boy, youcan't hit me, clo-ver as you are." Punch tried a-gain anda-gain, but all in vain; Jo-ey bob-bed and bob-bed so dex-te-rous-ly, that Punch could not come near him. Then hepo-ked at him with his stick, but still to no pur-pose; Jo-eyjump-ed a-side so nim-bly that Punch on-ly knock-ed him-self and his stick a-gainst the wall.Punch then call-ed his dog To-by. "To-by! To-by!"he cried. To-by came trot-ting in. " Oh! what a pret-tydog!" said Punch; "that's my dog." "No it is-n't,"said Jo-ey, " it's my dog." " I tell you it's my dog," saidPunch. " What non-sense, Punch," says Jo-ey; " seehow he'll come to me :-To-by! To-by! " in-stant-ly Tobywent to his old mas-ter. " That's a good dog," says Jo-ey,patting him. " And see how he'll come to me, now," saidPunch. " Toby! Toby! come along Toby!" he said, put-ting out his hand. "Bow-wow!" said To-by, snap-ping at8
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PUNCH AND JUDY.him. Punch drew back, fright-en-ed, while Jo-ey stoodshak-ing his sides with laugh-ter. " Poor To-by !" saidPunch, go-ing o-ver to the dog, and try-ing to coax him.To-by jump-ed up and caught him by the nose. Punchroar-ed out " Mur-der! mur-der !" while Jo-ey, snatch-inghis stick, thump-ed a-way at his head, grin-ning all thewhile.Punch was not to be let off as ea-si-ly as he thought, forkill-ing his poor wife. One day a dread-ful look-ing mancame in. " Hol-loa!" said Punch, " who are you?" " I'mJack Ketch, come to hang you for the mur-der of yourwife." "Then, take that," said Punch, po-king at himwith his stick. But it was no use; Jack Ketch broughtout the gal-lows. " Put your head in here," said JackKetch, get-ting his rope in or-der. " Where ?" said Punch." Here," said Jack Ketch. Punch stoop-ed his head, buttook care to a-void the noose. "That wont do," said JackKetch; "more to the right." Punch went just as far onthe o-ther side. Then he went too high, then too low, al-ways ma-na-ging to es-cape the noose. " You stu-pid fel-low !" said Jack Ketch. "Well, you show me how," saidPunch, " I don't know how to do it, I nev-er was hang-edbe-fore!" " Well, there's some-thing in that, to be sure,"said the hang-man, "put your head in here, this way."When Punch saw Jack's head fair-ly in the noose, henim-bly pul-led the rope tight a-bout his neck, and swunghim off, shout-ing, " Hur-rah! hur-rah! Jack Ketch isdead; no more hang-ing Hur-rah! hur-rah! Root-to-to-to-too-it! Root-to-to-to-too-it!"10
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THEHOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.THIs is the house that Jack built.This is the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cat,That killd the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.3
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THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.This is the dog,That worried the cat,That kill'd the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the cow with the -crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog,That worried the cat,That kill'd the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog,That worried the cat,That kill'd the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.5
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THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT.This is the cock that crowd in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tatter'd and torn,That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog,That worried the cat,That killed the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.This is the farmer who sow'd the corn,That kept the cock that crowd in the morn,That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,That married the man all tatter'd and torn,That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,That milk'd the cow with the crumpled horn,That toss'd the dog,That worried the cat,That kill'd the rat,That ate the malt,That lay in the house that Jack built.10
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MORE NURSERY RHYMES.JACK and Gill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crown,And Gill came tumbling after.Up Jack got and home did trotAs fast as he could caper;Dame Gill had the job to plaster his nobWith vinegar and brown paper.3
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MORE NURSERY RHYMES.Ding dong bell, Pussy's in the well.Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.Who pulled her out? Little TommyTrout.What a naughty boy was that,Thus to drown poor Pussy Cat.There was an owl lived in an oak,Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;And all the words he ever spokeWere Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle.A gunner chanced to come that way,Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle;Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,So Fiddle, Faddle, Feedle!"5
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MORE NURSERY RHYMES.Little Jack Homer sat in a corner,Eating a Christmas pie;He put in his thumb, and he took out aplum,And said " What a good boy am I!"Ba-a, ba-a, Black Sheep,Have you any wool?Yes sir, yes sir,Three bags full:One for my master,One for my dame,And one for the little boyThat lives in our lane.8
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MY MOTHER.WHO fed me from her gentle breast,And hush'd me in her arms to rest,And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?My Mother.When sleep forsook my open eye,Who was it sung sweet hushaby,And rock'd me that I should not cry?My Mother.Who sat and watched my infant head,When sleeping on my cradle bed,And tears of sweet affection shed?My Mother.3
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MY MOTIIER.When pain and sickness made me cry,Who gazed upon my heavy eye,And wept for fear that I should die?My Mother.Who dress'd my doll in clothes so gay,And taught me pretty how to play,And minded all I had to say?My Mother.Who ran to help me when I fell,And would some pretty story tell,Or kiss the place to make it well?My Mother.\
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