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rick it, and mark it with B. And toss it in the oven for Baby and me. Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been? I've been to London to see the Queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there? I frightened a little mouse under the chair. Rain, rain, Go away, Come again Another day; Little Johnny Wants to play. Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross, To see an old woman ride on a black horse, With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, And she shall have music wherever she goes. Robert Barnes, fellow fine, Can you shoe this horse of mine? Yes, good Sir, that I can, As well as any other man; There's a nail, and there's a prod, And now, good Sir, your horse is shod. Robin and Richard were two pretty men; They lay a-bed till the clock struck ten; Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky, "Oh! oh! brother Richard, the sun's very high, You go before with bottle and bag, And I'll follow after on little Jack Nag." Rock-a-bye, baby, upon the tree top, When the wind blows, the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, Down will come cradle and baby and all. Rock-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen; And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king. See-saw, Jack-a-daw, Johnny shall have a new master; Johnny shall have but a penny a day, Because he can work no faster. See-saw, Margery Daw Sold her bed, and laid upon straw; Was not she a dirty slut, To sell her bed and lie in the dirt? See-saw, sacaradown, Which is the way to London town? One foot up, the other foot down, That is the way to London town. Shoe the horse, shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, there a nail, Yet she goes bare. Sing! sing! what shall I sing? The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string. Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye, Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, the birds began to sing, And was not that a dainty dish to set before the king? The king was in the parlour, counting out his money; The queen was in the kitchen, eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes; There came a little blackbird, and pecked off her nose. Snail! Snail! come out of your hole, Or el
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