And so he did, and won it too,
For he got first to town;
Nor stopped till where he had got up,
He did again get down.
Now let us sing, Long live the King,
And Gilpin, long live he;
And when he next doth ride abroad,
May I be there to see.
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Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high.
Like a diamond in the sky.
When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Then the traveller in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark:
How could he see where to go,
If you did not twinkle so?
In the dark blue sky you keep,
Often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark,
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Charley, Charley, stole the barley
Out of the baker's shop;
The baker came out, and gave him a clout,
And made poor Charley hop.
[Illustration]
A, B, C, tumble down D,
The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.
[Illustration]
Elizabeth, Elspeth, Betsy, and Bess,
They all went together to seek a bird's nest,
They found a bird's nest with five eggs in;
They all took one, and left four in.
[Illustration]
Up hill and down dale,
Butter is made in every vale;
And if Nancy Cook
Is a good girl,
She shall have a spouse,
And make butter anon,
Before her old grandmother
Grows a young man.
[Illustration]
To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot;
Threepence a quarter, fourpence a side,
If it hadn't been killed it must have died.
Apple-pie, pudding, and pancake,
All begins with A.
My little old man and I fell out;
I'll tell you what 'twas all about,--
I had money and he had none,
And that's the way the noise begun.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: Music:
GEORGIE PORGIE.
Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie,
Kiss'd the girls and made them cry.
When the girls came out to play,
Georgie Porgie ran away.]
I love little Pussy, her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her, she'll do me no harm.
I'll sit by the fire, and give her some food,
And Pussy will love me, because I am good.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy was a thief,
Taffy came to my house,
And stole a leg of beef.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was not at home;
Taffy came to my house
And stole a marrow-bone.
I went to Taffy's house,
Taffy was in bed;
I took the marrow-bone,
And broke Taffy's head.
[Illustration: "A FARMER WENT TROTTING UPON HIS GREY MARE."]
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