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And often where the cage was hung,
She stood to hear Canary.

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Lit-tle boy blue, come blow your horn;
The sheep's in the mea-dow, the cow's in the corn.
Where's the lit-tle boy that looks af-ter the sheep?
He's un-der the hay-cock fast a-sleep.

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I had a lit-tle po-ny;
They call-ed him dap-ple grey.
I lent him to a lady,
To ride a mile a-way.
She whip-ped him, she slash-ed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my po-ny now,
For all the lady's hire.

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Pe-ter White
Will ne'er go right,
Would you know the rea-son why?
He fol-lows his nose,
Wher-ever he goes,
And that stands all aw-ry.

See, see. What shall I see?
A horse's head where his tail should be.

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I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen,
She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean:
She went to the mill to fetch me some flour,
She brought it home in less than an hour,
She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale,
She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale.

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Ride a cock horse
To Ban-bu-ry Cross,
To see lit-tle Jen-ny
Up-on a white horse.
Rings on her fin-gers,
Bells on her toes,
She shall have mu-sic
Wher-ever she goes.

Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings, the dump-lings;
Pus-sy cat ate the dump-lings.
Mam-ma stood by, and cried, "Oh, fie!
Why did you eat the dump-lings?"

I have a lit-tle sister; they call her Peep, Peep.
She wades the wa-ter, deep, deep, deep;
She climbs the moun-tains, high, high, high.
Poor lit-tle thing! she has but one eye.

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1. This lit-tle pig went to mar-ket.

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2. This lit-tle pig stay-ed at home.

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3. This lit-tle pig got roast beef.

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4. This lit-tle pig got none.

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5. This lit-tle pig cried wee, wee, all the way home.

One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?

Father Short came down the lane,
Oh! I'm obliged to hammer and smite
From four in the morning till eight at night,
For a bad master and a worse dame.

There was an old woman had three sons,
Jeffery, Jemmy and John;
Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned,
And Johnny was nev