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Who never did any harm, And killed the mice in his father's barn. [Illustration] As I was going up Pippen Hill, Pippen Hill was dirty; There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsy. Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessing light upon you; If I had half a crown a-day, I'd spend it all upon you. Over the water, And under the water, And always with its head down. [Icicle] [Illustration: _Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them_] Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Let 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 'em indeed, but it made her heart bleed, For they'd left their tails behind 'em. 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. Higher than a house, higher than a tree, Oh, whatever can it be? [A Star] [Illustration] The two gray kits And the gray kits' mother All went over The bridge together. The bridge broke down, They all fell in; May the rats go with you, Says Tom Robin. [Illustration] Elsie Marley has grown so fine, She won't get up to serve the swine; But lies in bed till eight or nine, And surely she does take her time. [Game on a child's features] Here sits the Lord Mayor _forehead_ Here sit his two men _eyes_ Here sits the cock _right cheek_ Here sits the hen _left cheek_ Here sit the little chickens _top of nose_ Here they run in _mouth_ Chinchopper, chinchopper, Chinchopper, chin! _chuck the chin_ There was an old woman she lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies. The rose is red, the violet is blue, The gillyflower is sweet and so are you: These are the words you bade me say For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day.
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