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That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

8. This is 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.

9. This is the priest all shaven and shorn, [and torn, That married the man all tatter'd 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. This is the cock that crow'd 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

[built.

That lay in the house that Jack

11. This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crow'd 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.

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1.

HIS little pig went to market; 2. This little pig stay'd at home;

3. This little pig had a bit of bread and butter;

4. This little pig had none;

5. This little pig said," Wee, wee, wee,” I can't find my way home!

Note. Addressed to the five toes.

HREE children sliding on the ice,

Upon a summer's day;

It so fell out, they all fell in,
The rest they ran away.

Now had these children been at home,
Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny,
They had not all been drowned.

You parents that have children dear,
And eke you that have none;
If you would have them safe abroad,
Pray keep them safe at home.

HREE little dogs were basking in the cinders;

Three little cats were playing in the windows;

Three little mice popped out of a hole,

And a piece of cheese they stole. The three little cats jump'd down in a trice,

And crack'd the bones of the three little mice.

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HREE little mice sat down to

spin,

Pussy pass'd by and she peep'd

in;

"What are you at, my little men?"

Making coats for gentlemen!"

Shall I come in, and cut off your thread ?"

"No! no! Miss Pussy, you'll bite off our head."

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