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nine, and that's no time. Get up at ten, and go to bed again. At ten a child, At twenty wild, At thirty tame if ever; At forty wise, At fifty rich, At sixty good, or never. THE SETTING OF THE SUN See where the sun sinks in the west, His appointed race having run, He says to man and beast: "Now rest, Your toil and labour's done." So should each little girl and boy, Perform their daily task; Then would their parents dear, with joy, Grant all good things they'd ask. THE EAGLE AND THE OAK _Irish_ When you were an acorn on the tree top, Then was I an eagle cock; Now that you are a withered old block, Still I am an eagle cock. FLAX There's a garden that I ken, Full of little gentlemen, Little caps of blue they wear, And green ribbons very fair. Nettle out, dock in, Dock remove the nettle sting. In dock, out nettle, Don't let the blood settle. A litel grounde well tilled, A litel house well filled, A litel wife well willed, Would make him live that were halfe killed. Born of a Monday, Fair in face; Born of a Tuesday, Full of God's grace; Born of a Wednesday, Merry and glad; Born of a Thursday, Sour and sad; Born of a Friday, Godly given; Born of a Saturday, Work for your living; Born of a Sunday, Never shall we want; So there ends the week, And there's an end on't. Monday for health, Tuesday for wealth, Wednesday the best day of all; Thursday for losses, Friday for crosses, Saturday no day at all. Sunrise, breakfast; sun high, dinner; Sundown, sup, makes a saint of a sinner. Tom married a wife on Monday, He got a stick on Tuesday, He beat her well on Wednesday, Sick was she on Thursday, Dead was she on Friday, Glad was Tom on Saturday, To bury his wife on Sunday. Little Goody Tidy Was born on a Friday, Was christened on a Saturday, Ate roast beef on Sunday, Was very well on Monday, Was taken ill on Tuesday, Sent for the doctor on Wednesday, Died on Thursday. So there's an end to little Goody Tidy. Bobby Shaft is gone to sea, With silver buckles at his knee, When he comes home he'll marry me, Pretty Bobby Shaft!
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