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Billy Pringle Had a Little Pig

Billy Pringle had a little pig,

When it was young it was not very big,

When it was old it lived in clover,

Now it’s dead and that’s all over.

Billy Pringle he lay down and died,

Betty Pringle she lay down and cried,

So there was an end of one, two, and three,

Billy Pringle he, Betty Pringle she,

and the piggy wiggy wee.

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«Bonny lass, pretty lass…»

Bonny lass, pretty lass,

Wilt thou be mine?

Thou shall not wash dishes,

Nor yet serve the swine;

Thou shalt sit on a cushion,

And sew a fine seam,

And thou shalt eat strawberries,

Sugar, and cream!

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«Bye, baby bunting…»

Bye, baby bunting,

Daddy’s gone a-hunting,

To get a little rabbit skin

To wrap the baby bunting in.

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«Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose…»

Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose,

Have you any feathers loose?

Truly have I, pretty fellow,

Half enough to fill a pillow.

Here are quills, take one or two,

And down to make a bed for you.

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Charley, Charley, Stole the Barley

Charley, Charley, stole the barley

Out of the baker’s shop,

The baker came out and gave him a clout,

Which made poor Charley hop.

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To Bed, To Bed, Says Sleepy-Head

“To bed, to bed,” cried Sleepy-Head;

“Let’s stay awhile,” said Slow;

Said Greedy Nan, “Put on the pan,

Let’s dine before we go.”

“To bed, to bed,” cried Sleepy-Head.

But all the rest said, “No!

It is morning now; you must milk the cow,

And to-morrow to bed we go.”

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«Come when you’re called…»

Come when you’re called,

Do what you’re bid,

Shut the door after you,

Never be chid.

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«Hickory, Dickory, Dock…»

Hickory, Dickory, Dock,

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

The mouse ran down,

Hickory, Dickory, Dock.

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«Dickory, dickory, dare…»

Dickory, dickory, dare,

The pig flew up in the air;

The man in brown

Soon brought him down,

Dickory, dickory, dare.

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Ding Dong Bell

Ding Dong Bell,

Pussy’s in the well.

Who put her in?

Little Tommy Lin.

Who pulled her out?

Little Tommy Trout.

What a naughty boy was that,

To drown poor little Pussy cat,

Who never did him any harm,

But killed the mice in his father’s barn.

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