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[Mist]
If ifs and ands
Were pots and pans,
There would be no need for tinkers!
[Illustration:
_Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after_]
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.
Up Jack got and home did trot,
As fast as he could caper;
Dame Jill had the job to plaster his knob,
With vinegar and brown paper.
There was a little one-eyed gunner,
Who kill'd all the birds that died last summer.
[Illustration]
1. I am a gold lock.
2. I am a gold key.
1. I am a silver lock.
2. I am a silver key.
1. I am a brass lock.
2. I am a brass key.
1. I am a lead lock.
2. I am a lead key.
1. I am a monk lock.
2. I am a monk key.
There was an old woman of Leeds,
Who spent all her time in good deeds;
She worked for the poor
Till her fingers were sore,
This pious old woman of Leeds!
Margery Mutton-pie and Johnny Bopeep,
They met together in Gracechurch-Street;
In and out, in and out, over the way,
Oh! says Johnny, 'tis chop-nose day.
What is the rhyme for porringer?
The King he had a daughter fair.
And gave the Prince of Orange her.
[Illustration]
See a pin and pick it up,
All the day you'll have good luck.
See a pin and let it lay,
Bad luck you'll have all the day.
Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November;
All the rest have thirty-one--
Except February, alone,
Which has four and twenty-four,
And every fourth year, one day more.
[Illustration]
Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
And Jack jump over the candlestick.
I had a little pony
I call'd him Dapple Gray,
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
For all the lady's hire.
I went to the wood and got it;
I sat me down and looked at it;
The more I looked at it the less I liked it,
And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.
[A Thorn]
Darby and Joan were dress'd in black,
Sword and buckle behind their back;
Foot for foot, and knee for knee,
Turn about Darby's company.
There dwelt an old woman at Exeter;
When visitors came it sore vexed her;
So for f
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