1. There was a little man,And he wooed a little maid,And he said “Little maid! will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,Then will you? yea, or nay!For least said is soonest mended, ded, ded, ded!”2. The little maid replied,(Some say a little sighed)But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?Will the love that you're so rich in,Put a fire into the kitchen?Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.3. The little man replied,(Some say a little cried,)For his little heart was filled with sorrow, row;With the little that I have,I will be your little slave,And the rest my little dear we will borrow, row.4. Thus did the little gent,Make the little maid relent,For her little heart began to beat, beat, beat;Through his offers were but small,She accepted of them all,Now she thanks her little stars for her fate, fate, fate.
1. There was a little man,And he wooed a little maid,And he said “Little maid! will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,Then will you? yea, or nay!For least said is soonest mended, ded, ded, ded!”2. The little maid replied,(Some say a little sighed)But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?Will the love that you're so rich in,Put a fire into the kitchen?Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.3. The little man replied,(Some say a little cried,)For his little heart was filled with sorrow, row;With the little that I have,I will be your little slave,And the rest my little dear we will borrow, row.4. Thus did the little gent,Make the little maid relent,For her little heart began to beat, beat, beat;Through his offers were but small,She accepted of them all,Now she thanks her little stars for her fate, fate, fate.
1. There was a little man,And he wooed a little maid,And he said “Little maid! will you wed, wed, wed?I have little more to say,Then will you? yea, or nay!For least said is soonest mended, ded, ded, ded!”2. The little maid replied,(Some say a little sighed)But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat?Will the love that you're so rich in,Put a fire into the kitchen?Or the little God of Love turn the spit, spit, spit.3. The little man replied,(Some say a little cried,)For his little heart was filled with sorrow, row;With the little that I have,I will be your little slave,And the rest my little dear we will borrow, row.4. Thus did the little gent,Make the little maid relent,For her little heart began to beat, beat, beat;Through his offers were but small,She accepted of them all,Now she thanks her little stars for her fate, fate, fate.
Little Boy Blue
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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.Will you wake him? No, not I!For if I do, he’ll be sure to cry.
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.Will you wake him? No, not I!For if I do, he’ll be sure to cry.
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.Will you wake him? No, not I!For if I do, he’ll be sure to cry.
Polly
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Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,We’ll all have tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,They’ve all gone away.
Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,We’ll all have tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,They’ve all gone away.
Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,Polly put the kettle on,We’ll all have tea.Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,Sukey take it off again,They’ve all gone away.
Hush-a-By
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Hush-a-by Baby on the tree-top,When the wind blowsThe cradle will rock;When the bough breaksThe cradle will fall;Down comes baby, cradle and all!
Hush-a-by Baby on the tree-top,When the wind blowsThe cradle will rock;When the bough breaksThe cradle will fall;Down comes baby, cradle and all!
Hush-a-by Baby on the tree-top,When the wind blowsThe cradle will rock;When the bough breaksThe cradle will fall;Down comes baby, cradle and all!
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