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Bell Horses BOOK bye-bye child cloth boards coal-black hair CORNER OF ST crumpled horn cuckoo flowers dabbling dance ye FARRAN Fcap flowers full bound GRIFFITH house that Jack Humpty Dumpty Illustrations Jack built Jack Sprat Jenny Wren killed the rat kind sir kissed the maiden Large Text Short Little bird Little Bo-peep little boys little children Little Jack Horner Little lamb LITTLE MISS MUFFET Little white Lily maiden all forlorn malt mee-ow Merrily merry milked the cow mittens Moss mouse mustard pot NEEDLEWORK o'er OKEDEN Old Mother Hubbard old woman PAUL'S CHURCHYARD Pease porridge pipe play pretty maiden fair purr-r pussy cat red rosy cheeks Round and Small S. T. Coleridge says Simple Simon sing Small-hand song STANDARD teacher Text Short Words thee three little kittens Thumbkin Tom Tucker tossed the dog twinkle WEST CORNER Who'll wind worried the cat
Page 42 - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 57 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Page 45 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 57 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls himself a Lamb; He is meek and He is mild, He became a little child.
Page 37 - I have no name; I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old.
Page 45 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Page 13 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Page 26 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 32 - I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin." Who saw him die? "I," said the Fly, "With my little eye, I saw him die.