Hush a bye, baby, on the tree top

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Hush baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry

Hush thee, my babby

Hush, hush, hush, hush

Hussy, hussy, where's your horse

Hyder iddle diddle dell

I'll buy you a tartan bonnet.

I'll sing you a song

I'll tell you a story

If all the world was apple-pie

If I'd as much money as I could spend

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I had a little castle upon the sea-side

I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell

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I had a little dog, and they called him Buff
I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod 160
I had a little husband

I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear
I had a little pony

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I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep

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I lost my mare in Lincoln lane

I love sixpence, pretty little sixpence

In Arthur's court, Tom Thumb did live
In fir tar is.

In marble walls as white as milk

Intery, mintery, cutery-corn.

I sell you the key of the king's garden
Is John Smith within?

I went to the toad that lies under the wall
I went up one pair of stairs

I won't be my father's Jack

John, come sell thy fiddle

John Cook had a little grey mare

Johnny Armstrong kill'd a calf
Johnny shall have a new bonnet

King Charles walked and talked .

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King's Sutton is a pretty town

Lady-cow, lady-cow, fly thy way home

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Leg over leg

Let us go to the wood, says this pig

Little blue Betty lived in a den

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep

Little boy blue, come blow up your horn

Little boy, pretty boy, where was you born? . 200

Little Dicky Dilver .

Little General Monk

Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
Little Jack Dandiprat was my first suitor

Little Jack Horner sat in the corner

Little Jack Jingle

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Little John Jiggy Jag

Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?

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Margery Mutton-pie, and Johnny Bopeep
Master I have, and I am his man

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John

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Miss one, two, and three, could never agree
Mistress Mary, quite contrary
Multiplication is vexation

My father and mother

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My father he died, but I can't tell you how
My father he left me, just as he was able
My father was a Frenchman .

My lady Wind, my lady Wind

My little old man and I fell out

Needles and pins, needles and pins
Number number nine, this hoop's mine

Of all the gay birds that e'er I did see
Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
Oh! mother, I shall be married to Mr.

Old Boniface he loved good cheer

Old Doctor Foster went to Glo'ster

Old father Graybeard

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On Christmas eve I turn'd the spit

On Saturday night

One's none

One, two

One, two, three .

One, two, three, four, five

One misty moisty morning
One moonshiny night

One-ery, two-ery

One-ery, two-ery, hickary, hum

One old Oxford ox opening oysters
One to make ready

Over the water, and over the lee .

Parson Darby wore a black gown
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man
Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold
Pease-pudding hot

Peg, Peg, with a wooden leg.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled pepper.

Peter White will ne'er go right

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