The Boyd Smith Mother Goose

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G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1919 - Children's poetry - 223 pages
Forward by Lawrence Elmendorf briefly outlines a history of Mother Goose. This is followed by Mother Goose melodies collected by The Percy Society by James O'Halliwell, London in 1842. Pt. 2 is the Original Mother Goose Melody as issued by John Newbery of London circa 1760 and Isaiah Thomas of Worcester, Massachusetts circa 1785. Pt. 3 is The Pleasant history of Little Jack Horner, and Pt. 4 is the Famous history of Tom Thumb.
 

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Page 3 - 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 57 - A MAN of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds...
Page 49 - 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 124 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 61 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits — Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Page 85 - That kissed the maiden all forlorn That milked the cow with the crumpled horn That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt ' That lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 16 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Was not that a dainty dish To set before the king!
Page 92 - 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.
Page 69 - Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle, and all.
Page 74 - 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!

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