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She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind them! It happened one day, as Bo-peep did stray Unto a meadow hard by-- There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry. She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, Then went over hill and dale, And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, To tack to each sheep its tail. COME OUT TO PLAY 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-s
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