Chirr-a-whirr! chirr-a-whirr!

We will make a great stir.

Let us find out his name, And all cry--For shame!

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A little boy hung down his head, And went and hid behind the bed; For he stole that pretty nest From little Robin Redbreast; And he felt so full of shame He did not like to tell his name.

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There was a jolly miller Lived on the river Dee: He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark so blithe as he.

And this the burden of his song For ever used to be-- I care for nobody--no! not I, Since nobody cares for me.

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Dickery, dickery, dare, The pig flew up in the air; The man in brown soon brought him down, Dickery, dickery, dare.

Molly, my sister, and I fell out, And what do you think it was about?

She loved coffee, and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree.

Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Very ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday.

This is the end Of Solomon Grundy.

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Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so betwixt them both, you see, They licked the platter clean.

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As I went to Bonner, I met a pig Without a wig, Upon my word and honour.

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Hush, baby, my doll, I pray you don't cry, And I'll give you some bread, and some milk by-and-by; Or perhaps you like custard, or, maybe, a tart, Then to either you are welcome, with all my heart.

Pitty Patty Polt, Shoe the wild colt; Here a nail, And there a nail, Pitty Patty Polt.

Brow, brow, brinkie, Eye, eye, winkie, Mouth, mouth, merry, Cheek, cheek, cherry, Chin chopper, chin chopper, &c.

If you are to be a gentleman, as I suppose you'll be, You'll neither laugh nor smile for a tickling of the knee.

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"Where are you going to, my pretty maid?"

"I am going a-milking, sir," she said.

"May I go with you, my pretty maid?"

"You're kindly welcome, sir," she said.

"What is your father, my pretty maid?"

"My father's a farmer, sir," she said.

"What is your fortune, my pretty maid?"

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

"Then I won't marry you, my pretty maid."

"Nobody asked you, sir," she said.

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