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The rat he ran up the wall,
And so the company parted all.

SIMPLE SIMON

SIMPLE SIMON met à pieman

Going to the fair; Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

“Let me taste your ware.”

Says the pieman to Simple Simon,

“Show me first your penny"; Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

“Indeed I have not any."

Simple Simon went a-fishing

For to catch a whale; All the water he had got

Was in his mother's pail.

Simple Simon went to look

If plums grew on a thistle;
He pricked his fingers very much

Which made poor Simon whistle.

I HAD A LITTLE PONY

I HAD a little pony;

His name was Dapple-gray.
I lent him to a lady,

To ride a mile away.

THERE WAS A MAN OF NEWINGTON

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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 HAD A LITTLE HOBBY-HORSE

I HAD a little hobby-horse,

And it was dapple gray;
Its head was made of peastraw,

Its tail was made of hay.

I sold it to an old woman

For a copper groat;
And I'll not sing my song again

Without a new coat.

THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN

There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked

mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked

mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

THERE WAS A MAN OF NEWINGTON

THERE was a man of Newington,

And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a quickset hedge,

And scratched out both his eyes:

But when he saw his eyes were out,

With all his might and main
He jumped into another hedge,

And scratched them in again.

I HAD A LITTLE NUT-TREE

I HAD a little nut-tree, nothing would it bear
But a silver nutmeg and a golden pear;
The King of Spain's daughter came to visit me,
And all was because of my little nut-tree.
I skipped over water, I danced over sea,
And all the birds in the air could n't catch me.

OLD KING COLE

Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he;
He called for his pipe,
And he called for his bowl,
And he called for his fiddlers three.

Every fiddler he had a fiddle,
And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers,

Oh, there's none so rare

As can compare
With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

MY PRETTY MAID

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THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW

The north wind doth blow,

And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, poor thing?

He'll sit in a barn,

And keep himself warm,
And hide his head under his wing, poor thing.

WHERE ARE YOU GOING, MY PRETTY

MAID

Where are you going, my pretty maid,

With your rosy cheeks and golden hair? “I'm going a-milking, sir," she said;

The strawberry-leaves make maidens fair.

Shall I go with you, my pretty maid,

With your rosy cheeks and golden hair? “Yes, if you please, kind sir,” she said;

The strawberry-leaves make maidens fair.

What is your father, my pretty maid,

With your rosy cheeks and golden hair? “My father's a farmer, sir," she said;

The strawberry-leaves make maidens fair.

What is your fortune, my pretty maid,

With your rosy cheeks and golden hair?

"My face is my fortune, sir," she said;

The strawberry-leaves make maidens fair.

Then I won't have you, my pretty maid,

With your rosy cheeks and golden hair. “Nobody asked you, sir,” she said;

The strawberry-leaves make maidens fair.

A FROG HE WOULD A-WOOING GO

A FROG he would a-wooing go,

Heigho, says Rowley,
Whether his mother would let him or no.

With a rowley powley, gammon, and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

So off he set with his opera hat,

Heigho, says Rowley,
And on the road he met with a rat.

With a rowley powley, gammon, and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

“Pray, Mr. Rat, will you go with me,

Heigho, says Rowley,
Kind Mrs. Mousey for to see?"

With a rowley powley, gammon, and spinach,
Heigho, says Anthony Rowley!

When they came to the door of Mousey's hall,

Heigho, says Rowley, They gave a loud knock and they gave a loud call.

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