ouble arch. After the dialogue,
the line passes through, and the last is caught by a sudden lowering of
the arm--if possible.]

How many miles is it to Babylon?
Threescore miles and ten.
Can I get there by candle-light?
Yes, and back again!
If your heels are nimble and light,
You may get there by candle-light.

Now go to sleep, my little son,
Or I shall have to spank you;
How do you do? says uncle John--
I'm pretty well, I thank you.

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Dance to your daddy,
My little babby;
Dance to your daddy,
My little lamb.

You shall have a fishy
In a little dishy;
You shall have a fishy
When the boat comes in.

A sunshine shower
Won't last half an hour.
As the day lengthens,
So the cold strengthens.
The fishes' cry
Is never long dry.

Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7,
Alabone, crackabone, 10 and 11;
Spin, spun, muskidem,
Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21.

If all the seas were one sea,
What a _great_ sea that would be!
And if all the trees were one tree,
What a _great_ tree that would be!
And if all the axes were one axe,
What a _great_ axe that would be!
And if all the men were one man,
What a _great_ man he would be!
And if the _great_ man took the _great_ axe,
And cut down the _great_ tree,
And let it fall into the _great_ sea,
What a splish, splash _that_ would be!

Hark! hark! the dogs do bark,
The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns.

For every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try and find it,
If there be none, never mind it.

As I was going up and down,
I met a little dandy,
He pulled my nose, and with two blows
I knocked him down quite handy.

I bought a dozen new-laid eggs,
Of good old farmer Dickens;
I hobbled home upon two legs,
And found them full of chickens.

Swan, swam over the sea;
Swim, swan, swim,
Swan, swam back again;
Well, swum, swan.

Bossy-cow, bossy-cow, where do you lie?
In the green meadow under the sky.

Billy-horse, billy-horse, where do you lie?
Out in the stable with nobody nigh.

Birdies bright, birdies sweet, where do you lie?
Up in the tree-tops,--oh, ever so high!

Baby dear, baby love, where do _you_ lie?
In my warm crib, with Mamma close by.

Nose, nose, jolly red nose;
And w