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Page 36 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Page 25 - I HAD a little husband, No bigger than my thumb, I put him in a pint pot, And there I bid him drum. I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him, And sent him out of town. I gave him some garters, To garter up his hose, And a little handkerchief, To wipe his pretty nose.
Page 33 - One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather. He began to compliment, and I began to grin, How do you do, and how do you do?
Page 20 - 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 away with the spoon!
Page 40 - ROBIN and Richard Were two pretty men ; They laid in bed Till the clock struck ten ; Then up starts Robin And looks at the sky, Oh ! brother Richard, The sun's very high. You go before with the bottle and bag, And I will come after on little Jack Nag.
Page 48 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
Page 19 - Girls and boys, come out to play, The moon doth shine as bright as day; Leave your supper and leave your sleep, And come with your playfellows into the street.
Page 27 - Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
Page 34 - OLD Mother Goose, when She wanted to wander, Would ride through the air On a very fine gander. Mother Goose had a house, Twas built in a wood, Where an owl at the door For sentinel stood. This is her son Jack, A plain-looking lad, He is not very good, Nor yet very bad. She sent him to market, A live goose he bought , Here, mother, says he, It will not go for nought.