lay;
Leave your work, Maria's here,
So come and play with me, my dear.

I will come, and very soon,
For I always play at noon,
But must put my work away,
Ere with you I come and play.

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First my bodkin I must place
With my needle in their case;
I like to put them by with care
And then I always find them there.

There's my cotton, there's my thread,
Thimble in its little bed;
All is safe--my box I lock,
Now I come--'tis twelve o'clock.

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HINTY, MINTY.

Hinty, Minty, Irish maid,
Picks roses sweet in briar's shade;
On higher briar, by the rock,
Are ten Sparrows in a flock,
That sit and sing
By cooling spring,
When shoot one! shoot two!
Comes sportsman Tom in jacket blue.

O, U, T--out!--away they go on nimble wings,
Over the hills,
And through the dells,
Where Minty dwells,
With many pretty things.
Yet strike one! strike two!
From out the flock, eight only flew,
And two are now but game.

O, cruel Tom, let birdies be,
And blithely sing from bush and tree.

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Come here, my bonnie,
Come here to me;
Rosy cheeked apples
You shall have three--
All full of honey,
They dropped from the tree,
Like your bonny self--
All the sweeter that they're wee.

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CARELESS MARIA.

Maria was a careless child,
And grieved her friends by this:
Where'er she went,
Her clothes were rent,
Her hat and bonnet spoiled,
A careless little miss.

Her gloves and mits were often lost,
Her tippet sadly soiled;
You might have seen
Where she had been,
For toys all round were tossed,
O what a careless child.

One day her uncle bought a toy,
That round and round would twirl,
But when he found
The littered ground,
He said, I don't tee-totums buy
For such a careless girl.

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THE PARROT.

Sweet Poll! his doting mistress cries,
Sweet Poll! the mimic bird replies
And calls aloud for sack.
She next instructs him in the kiss,
'Tis now a little one, like Miss,--
And now a hearty smack!

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WHY EMMA IS LOVED.

Little Mary call'd Emma, who was just skipping by,
And she said, little cousin, can you tell me why
You are loved so much better by people than I?

My face is as clean, and my hair shines like gold,
And my walk and my dress are as nice to behold,
Yet nobody likes me for that