Literature for Children

Name: Literature for Children
Author: Lowe, Orton

Lowe, Orton

Children's literature

Hark, hark,
                The dogs do bark,
          The beggars are coming to town;
                Some in tags,
                Some in rags,
          And some in velvet gowns.

II

                Pease porridge hot,
                Pease porridge cold,
          Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old.
                Some like it hot,
                Some like it cold,
          Some like it in the pot, nine days old.

III

          "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 mouse under a chair."

IV

          Three mice went into a hole to spin;
          Puss passed by and Puss looked in:
          "What are you doing, my little men?"
          "Weaving coats for gentlemen."
          "Please let me help you to wind off your threads."
          "Ah, no, Mistress Pussy, you'd bite off our heads."

V

          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."

VI

                Sleep, baby, sleep!
                Our cottage vale is deep:
          The little lamb is on the green,
          With snowy fleece so soft and clean.
                Sleep, baby, sleep!

                Sleep, baby, sleep!
                Thy rest shall angels keep:
          While on the grass the lamb shall feed,
          And never suffer want or need.
                Sleep, baby, sleep!

VII

                Hush thee, my babby,
                Lie still with thy daddy,
          Thy mammy has gone to the mill,
                To grind thee some wheat
                To get thee some meat,
          And so, my dear babby, lie still.


          VIII

          Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
          Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown,
          Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
          "Are the children in their beds? now it's eight o'clock."


LITTLE BO-PEEP

          Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,
            And can't tell where to find them;
          Leave them alone and they'll come home,
            And bring their tails behind them.

          Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,
            And dreamt she heard them bleating;
          But when she awoke she found it a joke,
            For still they all were fleeting.

          Then up she took her little crook,
            Determined for to find them;
          She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,
            For they'd left all their tails behind 'em.
                                             --MOTHER GOOSE.


I SAW A SHIP A-SAILING

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Literature for Children

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