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(Many of the illustrations in this volume are reproduced by special permission of E. P. Dutton & Company, owners of the American rights.)
Family Picnic
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H
USH-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, bough, cradle, and all.
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Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green;
Father's a nobleman, mother's a Queen;
Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring;
And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the King.
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Bye, baby bunting,Daddy's gone a-hunting,To get a little rabbit-skin,To wrap his baby bunting in.
Bye, baby bunting,Daddy's gone a-hunting,To get a little rabbit-skin,To wrap his baby bunting in.
Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's gone a-hunting,
To get a little rabbit-skin,
To wrap his baby bunting in.
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Hush thee, my babby,Lie still with thy daddy,Thy mammy has gone to the mill,To grind thee some wheatTo make thee some meat,And so, my dear babby, lie still.
Hush thee, my babby,Lie still with thy daddy,Thy mammy has gone to the mill,To grind thee some wheatTo make thee some meat,And so, my dear babby, lie still.
Hush thee, my babby,
Lie still with thy daddy,
Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
To grind thee some wheat
To make thee some meat,
And so, my dear babby, lie still.
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Sleep, baby, sleep!Thy father watches the sheep;Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,And down falls a little dream on thee:Sleep, baby, sleep!Sleep, baby, sleep.The large stars are the sheep,The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,The fair moon is the shepherdess:Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!Thy father watches the sheep;Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,And down falls a little dream on thee:Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy father watches the sheep;
Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree,
And down falls a little dream on thee:
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep.The large stars are the sheep,The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,The fair moon is the shepherdess:Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep.
The large stars are the sheep,
The wee stars are the lambs, I guess,
The fair moon is the shepherdess:
Sleep, baby, sleep!
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This little pig went to market;This little pig stayed at home;This little pig had roast beef;This little pig had none;This little pig said, "Wee, wee!I can't find my way home."
This little pig went to market;This little pig stayed at home;This little pig had roast beef;This little pig had none;This little pig said, "Wee, wee!I can't find my way home."
This little pig went to market;
This little pig stayed at home;
This little pig had roast beef;
This little pig had none;
This little pig said, "Wee, wee!
I can't find my way home."
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Brow bender,Eye peeper,Nose smeller,Mouth eater,Chin chopper.Knock at the door—peep inLift up the latch—walk inEye winker,Tom Tinker,Nose smeller,Mouth eater,Chin chopper.Chin chopper.
Brow bender,Eye peeper,Nose smeller,Mouth eater,Chin chopper.Knock at the door—peep inLift up the latch—walk in
Brow bender,
Eye peeper,
Nose smeller,
Mouth eater,
Chin chopper.
Knock at the door—peep in
Lift up the latch—walk in
Eye winker,Tom Tinker,Nose smeller,Mouth eater,Chin chopper.Chin chopper.
Eye winker,
Tom Tinker,
Nose smeller,
Mouth eater,
Chin chopper.
Chin chopper.
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Here sits the Lord Mayor,Here sit his two men,Here sits the cock,And here sits the hen;Here sit the chickens,And here they go in,Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
Here sits the Lord Mayor,Here sit his two men,Here sits the cock,And here sits the hen;Here sit the chickens,And here they go in,Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
Here sits the Lord Mayor,
Here sit his two men,
Here sits the cock,
And here sits the hen;
Here sit the chickens,
And here they go in,
Chippety, chippety, chippety chin.
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Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!So I do, master, as fast as I can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!So I do, master, as fast as I can:Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I do, master, as fast as I can:
Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T,
Put it in the oven for Tommy and me.
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Pat it, kiss it,Stroke it, bless it;Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,Little hand all well again.
Pat it, kiss it,Stroke it, bless it;Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,Little hand all well again.
Pat it, kiss it,
Stroke it, bless it;
Three days' sunshine, three days' rain,
Little hand all well again.
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Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I,Three bags full:One for my master,One for my dame,And one for the little boyWho lives in the lane.
Baa, baa, black sheep,Have you any wool?Yes, marry, have I,Three bags full:
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full:
One for my master,One for my dame,And one for the little boyWho lives in the lane.
One for my master,
One for my dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives in the lane.
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Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,Where have you been?I've been to LondonTo look at the Queen[page 4]Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,What did you there?I frightened a little mouseUnder her chair.
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,Where have you been?I've been to LondonTo look at the Queen[page 4]
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
Where have you been?
I've been to London
To look at the Queen
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,What did you there?I frightened a little mouseUnder her chair.
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,
What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse
Under her chair.
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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old lady upon a white horse,Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old lady upon a white horse,Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,
To see an old lady upon a white horse,
Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,
She shall have music wherever she goes.
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Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,Silver buckles on his knee;He'll come back and marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,Combing down his yellow hair;He's my love for evermair,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,Silver buckles on his knee;He'll come back and marry me,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,Combing down his yellow hair;He's my love for evermair,Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermair,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.
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Tom, he was a piper's son,He learned to play when he was young,And all the tune that he could playWas, "Over the hills and far away,"Over the hills, and a great way off,The wind will blow my top-knot off.Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noiseThat he well pleased both the girls and boys,And they always stopped to hear him play"Over the hills and far away."
Tom, he was a piper's son,He learned to play when he was young,And all the tune that he could playWas, "Over the hills and far away,"Over the hills, and a great way off,The wind will blow my top-knot off.
Tom, he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young,
And all the tune that he could play
Was, "Over the hills and far away,"
Over the hills, and a great way off,
The wind will blow my top-knot off.
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noiseThat he well pleased both the girls and boys,And they always stopped to hear him play"Over the hills and far away."
Now, Tom with his pipe made such a noise
That he well pleased both the girls and boys,
And they always stopped to hear him play
"Over the hills and far away."
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Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:All but one whose name is Ann,And she crept under the pudding-pan.
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:All but one whose name is Ann,And she crept under the pudding-pan.
Lady-bird, lady-bird, fly away home,
Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone:
All but one whose name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding-pan.
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The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will the robin do then,Poor thing?He'll sit in a barn,And keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!
The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will the robin do then,Poor thing?
The north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then,
Poor thing?
He'll sit in a barn,And keep himself warm,And hide his head under his wing,Poor thing!
He'll sit in a barn,
And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing,
Poor thing!
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I had a little pony,His name was Dapple-gray,I lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away;She whipped him, she lashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.
I had a little pony,His name was Dapple-gray,I lent him to a lady,To ride a mile away;She whipped him, she lashed him,She rode him through the mire;I would not lend my pony nowFor all the lady's hire.
I had a little pony,
His name was Dapple-gray,
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile away;
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire.
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I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
I had a little doggy that used to sit and beg;
But Doggy tumbled down the stairs and broke his little leg.
Oh! Doggy, I will nurse you, and try to make you well,
And you shall have a collar with a little silver bell.
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Simple Simon Went a-Fishing.Simple Simon Went a-Fishing.
Simple Simon Went a-Fishing.
Simple Simon met a pieman,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Let me taste your ware."Says the pieman to Simple Simon,"Show me first your penny."Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Indeed I have not any."Simple Simon went a-fishingFor to catch a whale;But all the water he could findWas in his mother's pail!
Simple Simon met a pieman,Going to the fair;Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Let me taste your ware."
Simple Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair;
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Let me taste your ware."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,"Show me first your penny."Says Simple Simon to the pieman,"Indeed I have not any."
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,
"Show me first your penny."
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,
"Indeed I have not any."
Simple Simon went a-fishingFor to catch a whale;But all the water he could findWas in his mother's pail!
Simple Simon went a-fishing
For to catch a whale;
But all the water he could find
Was in his mother's pail!
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Jack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crownAnd Jill came tumbling after.Up Jack got and home did trotAs fast as he could caper;Went to bed to mend his headWith vinegar and brown paper.Jill came in and she did grin,To see his paper plaster,Mother, vexed, did whip her next,For causing Jack's disaster.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crownAnd Jill came tumbling after.
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.
Up Jack got and home did trotAs fast as he could caper;Went to bed to mend his headWith vinegar and brown paper.
Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper;
Went to bed to mend his head
With vinegar and brown paper.
Jill came in and she did grin,To see his paper plaster,Mother, vexed, did whip her next,For causing Jack's disaster.
Jill came in and she did grin,
To see his paper plaster,
Mother, vexed, did whip her next,
For causing Jack's disaster.
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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn,Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn,Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn,
Where's the boy that looks after the sheep?
He's under the haycock, fast asleep.
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Old Mother Goose, whenShe wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.Mother Goose had a house,'T was built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.She had a son Jack,A plain-looking lad;He was not very good,Nor yet very bad.She sent him to market,A live goose he bought:"Here! mother," says he,"It will not go for nought."Jack's goose and her ganderGrew very fond;They'd both eat together,Or swim in one pond.Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn egg of pure gold.Jack rode to his mother,The news for to tell.She called him a good boy,And said it was well.
Old Mother Goose, whenShe wanted to wander,Would ride through the airOn a very fine gander.
Old Mother Goose, when
She wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house,'T was built in a wood,Where an owl at the doorFor sentinel stood.
Mother Goose had a house,
'T was built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.
She had a son Jack,A plain-looking lad;He was not very good,Nor yet very bad.
She had a son Jack,
A plain-looking lad;
He was not very good,
Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market,A live goose he bought:"Here! mother," says he,"It will not go for nought."
She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought:
"Here! mother," says he,
"It will not go for nought."
Jack's goose and her ganderGrew very fond;They'd both eat together,Or swim in one pond.
Jack's goose and her gander
Grew very fond;
They'd both eat together,
Or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning,As I have been told,His goose had laid himAn egg of pure gold.
Jack found one morning,
As I have been told,
His goose had laid him
An egg of pure gold.
Jack rode to his mother,The news for to tell.She called him a good boy,And said it was well.
Jack rode to his mother,
The news for to tell.
She called him a good boy,
And said it was well.
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Goosey, goosey, gander,Where shall I wander?Upstairs, downstairs,And in my lady's chamber.There I met an old manWho would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him downstairs.
Goosey, goosey, gander,Where shall I wander?Upstairs, downstairs,And in my lady's chamber.There I met an old manWho would not say his prayers;I took him by the left leg,And threw him downstairs.
Goosey, goosey, gander,
Where shall I wander?
Upstairs, downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who would not say his prayers;
I took him by the left leg,
And threw him downstairs.
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I'll tell you a storyAbout Mary Morey,And now my story's begun,I'll tell you anotherAbout her brother,And now my story's done.
I'll tell you a storyAbout Mary Morey,And now my story's begun,I'll tell you anotherAbout her brother,And now my story's done.
I'll tell you a story
About Mary Morey,
And now my story's begun,
I'll tell you another
About her brother,
And now my story's done.
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Three wise men of Gotham,Went to sea in a bowl;If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of Gotham,Went to sea in a bowl;If the bowl had been stronger,My song had been longer.
Three wise men of Gotham,
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song had been longer.
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There was a crooked man,And he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpenceUpon a crooked stile:He bought a crooked cat,That caught a crooked mouse—And they all lived togetherIn a little crooked house.
There was a crooked man,And he went a crooked mile,He found a crooked sixpenceUpon a crooked stile:He bought a crooked cat,That caught a crooked mouse—And they all lived togetherIn a little crooked house.
There was a crooked man,
And he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Upon a crooked stile:
He bought a crooked cat,
That caught a crooked mouse—
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house.
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There was a man in our town,And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a bramble bush,And scratched out both his eyes;[page 9]But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and main,He jumped into another bush,And scratched 'em in again.
There was a man in our town,And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a bramble bush,And scratched out both his eyes;[page 9]But when he saw his eyes were out,With all his might and main,He jumped into another bush,And scratched 'em in again.
There was a man in our town,
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes;
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,
He jumped into another bush,
And scratched 'em in again.
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Hey! diddle diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughedTo see such sport,While the dish ran away with the spoon.
Hey! diddle diddle,The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughedTo see such sport,While the dish ran away with the spoon.
Hey! diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,
While the dish ran away with the spoon.
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Hickory, dickory, dock,The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,The mouse ran down,Hickory, dickory, dock.
Hickory, dickory, dock,The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,The mouse ran down,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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There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.
There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe.
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.
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.
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.