gun.
I'll tell you another,
About Jack and his brother,
And now my story's done.

Toss up my darling, toss him up high,
Don't let his head, though, hit the blue sky.

Trip and go, heave and ho!
Up and down, to and fro;
From the town to the grove,
Two and two, let us rove,
A-maying, a-playing;
Love hath no gainsaying!
So merrily trip and go!
So merrily trip and go!

Sing, sing!--What shall I sing?
The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string!

Great A, little A,
This is pancake day;
Toss the ball high,
Throw the ball low,
Those that come after
May sing Heigh-ho!

Jack Sprat
Had a cat,
It had but one ear;
It went to buy butter
When butter was dear.

[Illustration]

Margaret wrote a letter,
Sealed it with her finger,
Threw it in the dam
For the dusty miller.

Dusty was his coat,
Dusty was the siller,
Dusty was the kiss
I'd from the dusty miller.

If I had my pockets
Full of gold and siller,
I would give it all
To _my dusty miller_.

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Polly, Dolly, Kate and Molly,
All are filled with pride and folly.

Polly tattles,
Dolly wriggles,
Katy rattles,
Molly giggles;

Whoe'er knew such constant rattling,
Wriggling, giggling, noise, and tattling.

When I was taken from the fair body,
They then cut off my head,
And thus my shape was altered.
It's I that make peace between King and ring,
And many a true lover glad.
All this I do, and ten times more,
And more I could do still;
But nothing can I do
Without my guider's will.
[A quill pen]

Polly put the kettle on,
Susy took it off;
Aunt Jemima's little girl
Has got the whooping cough.

Phoebe rode a nanny goat,
Susy broke her leg,
Father took his wedding coat
And hung it on a peg.

There was an old woman
Lived under a hill;
She put a mouse in a bag,
And sent it to the mill.

The miller declar'd
By the point of his knife,
He never took toll
Of a mouse in his life.

"John, come sell thy fiddle,
And buy thy wife a gown."
"No, I'll not sell my fiddle,
For ne'er a wife in town."

Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy's in the well!
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Green;
Who pulled her out,
Big Tom Stout;
What a naughty boy was that
To try and drown poor pussy cat,