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FIRST CLASS--HISTORICAL 1
SECOND CLASS--LITERAL 14
THIRD CLASS--TALES 22
FOURTH CLASS--PROVERBS 68
FIFTH CLASS--SCHOLASTIC 76
SEVENTH CLASS--RIDDLES 119
EIGHTH CLASS--CHARMS 135
NINTH CLASS--GAFFERS AND GAMMERS 141
TENTH CLASS--GAMES 154
ELEVENTH CLASS--PARADOXES 196
TWELFTH CLASS--LULLABIES 205
THIRTEENTH CLASS--JINGLES 213
FOURTEENTH CLASS--LOVE AND MATRIMONY 224
FIFTEENTH CLASS--NATURAL HISTORY 251
SEVENTEENTH CLASS--LOCAL 299
EIGHTEENTH CLASS--RELICS 303
INDEX 317
FIRST CLASS--HISTORICAL.
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three!
When good king Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, 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 that night, The queen next morning fried.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Is in the mickle wood! Little John, Little John, He to the town is gone.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Is telling his beads, All in the green wood, Among the green weeds.
Little John, Little John, If he comes no more, Robin Hood, Robin Hood, He will fret full sore!
One moonshiny night As I sat high, Waiting for one To come by; The boughs did bend, My heart did ache To see what hole the fox did make.
I had a little nut tree, nothing would it bear But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear; The king of Spain's daughter came to visit me, And all was because of my little nut tree. I skipp'd over water, I danced over sea, And all the birds in the air couldn't catch me.
We make no spare Of John Hunkes' mare; And now I Think she will die; He thought it good To put her in the wood, To seek where she might ly dry; If the mare should chance to fale, Then the crownes would for her sale.
The king of France, and four thousand men, They drew their swords, and put them up again.
The king of France went up the hill, With twenty thousand men; The king of France came down the hill, And ne'er went up again.
The king of France, with twenty thousand men, Went up the hill, and then came down again; The king of Spain, with twenty thousand more, Climb'd the same hill the French had climb'd before.
The king of France, the king of France, with forty thousand men, Oh, they all went up the hill, and so--came back again!
At the siege of Belle-isle I was there all the while, All the while, all the while, At the siege of Belle-isle.
The rose is red, the grass is green, Serve Queen Bess our noble queen; Kitty the spinner Will sit down to dinner, And eat the leg of a frog; All good people Look over the steeple, And see the cat play with the dog.
Good Queen Bess was a glorious dame, When bonny King Jemmy from Scotland came; We'll pepper their bodies, Their peaceable noddies, And give them a crack of the crown!
I hunted him in, and I hunted him out, Three times through the bog, about and about; When out of a bush I saw his head, So I fired my gun, and I shot him dead.
Please to remember The fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot; I know no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot.
See saw, sack-a-day; Monmouth is a pretie boy, Richmond is another, Grafton is my onely joy, And why should I these three destroy, To please a pious brother!
Over the water, and over the lee, And over the water to Charley. Charley loves good ale and wine, And Charley loves good brandy, And Charley loves a pretty girl, As sweet as sugar-candy.
Over the water, and over the sea, And over the water to Charley, I'll have none of your nasty beef, Nor I'll have none of your barley; But I'll have some of your very best flour; To make a white cake for my Charley.
As I was going by Charing Cross, I saw a black man upon a black horse; They told me it was King Charles the First; Oh dear! my heart was ready to burst!
High diddle ding, Did you hear the bells ring? The parliament soldiers are gone to the king! Some they did laugh, some they did cry, To see the parliament soldiers pass by.
High ding a ding, and ho ding a ding, The parliament soldiers are gone to the king; Some with new beavers, some with new bands, The parliament soldiers are all to be hang'd.
Hector Protector was dressed all in green; Hector Protector was sent to the Queen. The Queen did not like him, Nor more did the King: So Hector Protector was sent back again.
Poor old Robinson Crusoe! Poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat Of an old nanny goat, I wonder how they could do so! With a ring a ting tang, And a ring a ting tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
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