Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of Character Building, Volume I (of 17): Fun and Thought for Little FolkVarious
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Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of Character Building, Volume I (of 17): Fun and Thought for Little Folk
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Boys and girls, come out to play,
The moon does shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, and leave your sleep,
And meet your playfellows in the street,
Come with a whoop and come with a call,
Come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A halfpenny roll will serve us all.
You find milk and I'll find flour,
And we'll have pudding in half an hour.
LITTLE ROBIN REDBREAST
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went the Pussy-Cat, and down went he!
Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran,
Says little Robin Redbreast--catch me if you can.
Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade,
Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid.
Little Robin chirped and sung, and what did Pussy say?
Pussy-Cat said Mew, mew, mew--and Robin flew away.
LITTLE BOY BLUE
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn.
What! Is this the way you mind your sheep,
Under the haycock, fast asleep?
MY MAID MARY
My maid Mary
She minds her dairy,
While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn.
Merrily runs the reel
And the little spinning-wheel
While I am singing and mowing my corn.
BEGGARS ARE COME TO TOWN
Hark! Hark!
The dogs do bark!
The beggars are come to town;
Some in rags,
Some in jags,
And some in velvet gowns.
* * *
Bow-Wow-Wow!
Whose Dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's Dog,
Bow-Wow-Wow!
BLOW, WIND, BLOW!
Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!
That the miller may grind his corn;
That the baker may take it,
And into rolls make it,
And send us some hot in the morn.
BYE, BABY BUNTING
Bye, Baby bunting,
Father's gone a-hunting,
Mother's gone a-milking,
Sister's gone a-silking,
And Brother's gone to buy a skin,
To wrap the Baby bunting in.
THREE LITTLE KITTENS
Three little kittens, they lost their mittens,
And they began to cry:
"O mother dear,
We very much fear,
That we have lost our mittens."
Lost your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie.
"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow,"
No, you shall have no pie.
"Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."
The three little kittens, they found their mittens,
And they began to cry:
"O mother dear,
See here, see here!
See! we have found our mittens."
Put on your mittens
You silly kittens,
And you may have some pie.
"Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r,
O let us have the pie.
Purr-r, purr-r, purr-r."
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