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O market, to market, to buy a plum bun,

Home again, home again, market is done.

OM, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away he ran.
The pig was ate, and Tom was
beat,

And Tom ran crying down the
street.

RIP upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes,

My mother sent me for some balm, some balm ;

She bid me tread lightly, and

come again quickly,

For fear the young men should do me some harm.

Yet didn't you see, yet didn't you see,
What naughty tricks they put upon me;
They broke my pitcher,

And spilt the water,
And huff'd my mother,

And chid her daughter,

And kiss'd my sister instead of me.

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WO little blackbirds sat upon a

hill,

One named Jack, the other
named Gill;

Fly away, Jack; fly away, Gill;
Come again, Jack; come again, Gill.

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NURSERY SONGS.

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LEEP my baby, tender and dear,
Mother is nigh, so do not fear
That she will leave thee through
the night;

She'll watch thy slumbers till
morning light.

If thou art uneasy, thou shalt rest Thy little head upon her breast, Loving arms shall wrap thee round; Sleep then, baby, soft and sound.

IP the hill urge me not,
Down the hill ride me not,
Along the level spare me not,
In the stable forget me not.

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HEN good king Arthur ruled this land,

He was a goodly king;

He stole three pecks of barleymeal,

To make a bag-pudding.

A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stuff'd it well with plums:
And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.

The king and queen did eat thereof,

And noblemen beside;

And what they could not eat at night, The queen next morning fried.

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W

HEN the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor
beast;

When the wind is in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not
forth;

When the wind is in the south,

It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the west,

Then 'tis at the very best.

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