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THE
BANBURY CROSS
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PREPARED FOR CHILDREN BY GRACE RHYS
BANBURY CROSS
AND OTHER NURSERY RHYMES
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R IDE a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see a white lady ride on a
white horse!
Rings on her fingers and bells on her
toes,
And so she makes music wherever she
goes.
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M ISTRESS MARY, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With cockle shells, and silver bells,
And columbines all in a row.
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H EY diddle, dinkety, poppety, pet,
The merchants of London they
wear scarlet;
Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem,
So merrily march the merchant men.
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ITTLE Boy Blue, come blow up your
horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in
the corn;
But where is the boy that looks after the
sheep ?
He's under a haycock, fast asleep.
Will you awake him ? No, not I;
For if I do, he'll be sure to cry.
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H ARK, hark,
The dogs do barkr
Beggars are coming to town;
Some in rags,
Some in jags,
And some in velvet gown.
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W EE Willie Winkie runs through
the town,
Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown,
Rapping at the window, crying through
the lock,
" Are the children in their beds, for now
it's eight o'clock ?"
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T HREE wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.
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D AFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come
up to town,
In a yellow petticoat and a green gown.
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XMAS is coming, the geese are getting
fat,
Please to put a penny in the old man's
hat;
If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny
will do,
If you haven't got a ha'penny, God bless
you.
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'URLY locks, curly locks,
Wilt thou be mine ?
Thou shalt not wash dishes,
Nor yet feed the swine,
But. sit on a cushion,
And sew a fine seam,
And feed upon strawberries,
Sugar and cream.
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LITTLE Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
.And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone and they'll come home,
And carry their tails behind them.
Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
And dreamt she heard them bleating;
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they still all were fleeting.
Then up she took her little crook,
Determined for to find them;
She found them indeed, but it made her
heart bleed,
For they'd left their tails behind them.
It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray
Under a meadow hard by:
There she espied their tails side by side,
All hung on a tree to dry.
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SIMPLE SIMON met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
Show me first your penny;"
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed, I have not any."
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Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
All the water he had got
Was in his mother's pail.
Simple Simon went to look
.If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much,
Which made poor Simon whistle.
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ISAW a ship a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
And, oh! it was all laden
With pretty things for thee.
There were comfits in the cabin,
And apples in the hold:
The sails were made of silk,
And the masts were made of gold.
The four-and-twenty sailors
That stood between the decks
Were four-and-twenty white mice,
With chains about their necks.
The captain was a duck,
With a jacket on his back;
When the ship began to move,
The captain said, Quack quack!"
ACK SPRAT could eat no fat,
His wife could eat no lean,
So it came to pass between them both
They licked the platter clean.
Jack ate all the lean
Joan ate all the fat,
The bone they picked it clean,
Then gave it to the cat.
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Jack Sprat was wheeling
His wife by the ditch,
The barrow turned over,
And in she did pitch;
Says Jack, she'll be drowned,
But Joan did reply,
I don't think I shall,
For the ditch is quite dry.
Joan Sprat went to brewing
A barrel of ale,
She put in some hops,
That it might not turn stale;
But as for the malt,
She forgot to put that;
This is brave sober liquor,
Said little Jack Sprat.
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SY dear, do you know
How, a long time ago,
Two poor little children,
Whose names I don't know,
Were stolen away
On a fine summer's day,
And left in a wood,
As I've heard people say ?
And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,
And the moon gave no light!
They sobbed and they sigh'd,
And they bitterly cried,
And the poor little things
They laid down and died.
And when they were dead,
The robins so red
Brought strawberry leaves
And over them spread;
And all the day long
They sang them this song,
Poor babes in the wood!
Poor babes in the wood !
And don't you remember
The babes in the wood?
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