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The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, And shot the miller's sow right through the heart; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
Wife! oh wife! bring brandy in a spoon; Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do, For the old miller's sow is in a swoon; Sing he, sing ho, the old carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, he ding do.
What a pretty bunch of flowers Little Annie's got Did they grow in the meadows, Or in a flower-pot?
They grew in the wood, In the deep, deep shade, Where little Annie plucked them, And this nose-gay made.
This goose got in the house, He'd the courage of a mouse, So he quacked, and he hissed at the kitten;
But as she stood at bay, He quickly ran away; Afraid of being scratched as well as bitten.
THE ROBIN IN WINTER.
Little Robin, welcome here, Welcome to my frugal cheer; Winter chills thy mossy bed, Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, fear no harm, Dread not here the least alarm; All will share with you their bread, Come then daily, and be fed.
Little Robin, let thy song Now and then thy stay prolong; We will give thee food instead, Come then daily, and be fed.
FOUR LITTLE BOYS.
Come, let us play, Said Tommy Gay; Well, then, What at Said Simon Pratt; At trap and ball, Said Neddy Hall; Well, so we will, Said Billy Gill.
For cakes I'll play, Said Tommy Gay; I'm one for that, Said Simon Pratt; I'll bring them all, Said Neddy Hall; And I'll sit still, Said Billy Gill.
What a hot day, Said Tommy Gay; Then let us chat, Said Simon Pratt; On yonder hill, Said Billy Gill; Aye, one and all, Said Neddy Hall.
Come with me, pray, Said Tommy Gay; Trust me for that, Said Simon Pratt; They eat them all, Gay, Pratt, and Hall; And all were ill, But Billy Gill.
The Little Fish that would not do as it was bid.
Dear mother, said a little Fish, Pray, is not that a fly? I'm very hungry, and I wish You'd let me go and try.
Sweet innocent, the mother cried, And started from her nook, That horrid fly is put to hide The sharpness of the hook!
Now, as I've heard, this little Trout Was young and foolish too, And so he thought he'd venture out, To see if it were true.
I can but give one little pluck: Let's see; and so I will. So on he went, and lo, it stuck Quite through his little gill.
And as he faint and fainter grew, With hollow voice he cried, Dear mother, if I'd minded you, I need not now have died.
Thoughtless Julia.
Julia did in the window stand; Mama then sitting by, Saw her put out her little hand, And try to catch a fly.
O do not hurt the pretty thing, Her prudent mother said; Crush not its leg or feeble wing, So beautifully made.
YOUNG SOLDIERS.
Hey, rub-a-dub, dub! here come the boys, For the Soldiers all make way; Young Robinet at their head is set All dressed as warrior gay.
See how he swings his bright tin sword, To his followers behind; While from his cap a squirrel's tail Flies streaming in the wind.
This is good fun, my merry boys, To see you I am glad; But mind you, in reality, War is a business bad.--
Here's old Ben Bolt, a soldier brave, Who lost his legs in war; With crutch and cane, he hobbles 'round And shows you many a scar.
In scenes of fearful blood and strife, Ah! many low are lain, And many a young and gallant heart Is numbered with the slain.
LEARNING BY HEART.
'Tis time that my baby should learn What so oft he has heard, to repeat, So shall he some sugar-plums earn; Then let us begin, my Sweet.
For baby is three years old, And has senses and memory too, A great many things he's been told, And he can remember a few.
He can tell me, I know, a few things, Of the garden, the sky, and the weather; That a bird has two legs and two wings, But he cannot say ten lines together.
Then let us, my baby, begin, And try these few lines here to learn, It will not be a difficult thing, And then he'll some sugar-plums earn.
IMPROVEMENT.
Another story, Mother dear, Did young Maria say; You read so nice, so loud and clear,-- Another story, pray.
What would I give to read like you, Why nothing comes amiss! O, any thing I'll gladly do, If you will teach me this.
Maria, then, must learn to spell, If she would read like me; She soon may learn to read as well; O, that I will, said she.
THE LITTLE COWARD.
Why here's a foolish little man! Laugh at him, Donkey, if you can: And Cat and Dog, and Cow and Calf Come, ev'ry one of you and laugh!
For, only think, he runs away, If honest Donkey does but bray; And when the Bull begins to bellow He's like a crazy little fellow!
Poor Brindle Cow can hardly pass Along the hedge to nip the grass, Or wag her tail to lash the flies, But off the little booby hies!
And when old Tray comes running too, With bow, wow, wow, for how d'ye do, And means it all for civil play, 'Tis sure to make him run away!
But all the while you're thinking, may be Ah! well, but this must be a baby. O, cat and dog, and cow and calf, I'm not surpris'd to see you laugh, He's five years old, and almost half!
Idle Children.
Children who with idle habits From the school-room haste away, Wishing out of doors to ramble Ere they do their lessons say--
They shall have no tasks or reading, But they must to school be sent, Because they are a bad life leading, And this shall be their punishment.
THE LITTLE GIRL THAT BEAT HER SISTER.
Go, go, my naughty girl, and kiss Your little sister dear; I must not have such things as this, Nor noisy quarrels hear.
What! little children scold and fight, That ought to be so mild; O Mary, 'tis a shocking sight To see an angry child.
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