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Mother Goose: Mary’s Canary

MARY’S CANARY
Mary had a pretty bird,
  Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs–upon my word
  He was a pretty fellow!

The sweetest note he always sung,
  Which much delighted Mary.
She often, where the cage was hung,
  Sat hearing her canary.

Mother Goose: Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary

MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
  How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle-shells,
  And pretty maids all of a row.

Mother Goose: Little Jack Horner

LITTLE JACK HORNER
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
    Eating of Christmas pie:
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
    And said, “What a good boy am I!”

Mother Goose: As I was Going Along

AS I WAS GOING ALONG

As I was going along, along,
A-singing a comical song, song, song,
The lane that I went was so long, long, long,
And the song that I sang was so long, long, long,
And so, I went singing along.

Mother Goose: Casar’s Song

CAESAR’S SONG
  Bow-wow-wow!
Whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker’s dog,
  Bow-wow-wow!

Mother Goose: Ladybird

LADYBIRD
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home!
Your house is on fire, your children all gone,
All but one, and her name is Ann,
And she crept under the pudding pan.

Mother Goose: Old Grimes

OLD GRIMES
Old Grimes is dead, that good old man,
     We ne’er shall see him more;
He used to wear a long brown coat
     All buttoned down before.

Mother Goose: Over the Water

OVER THE WATER
Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley,
I’ll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I’ll have none of your barley;
But I’ll have some of your very best flour
To make a white cake for my Charley.

Mother Goose: Candle-Saving

CANDLE-SAVING

To make your candles last for aye,
You wives and maids give ear-O!
To put them out’s the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.

Mother Goose: A Cock and Bull Story

A COCK AND BULL STORY
The cock’s on the housetop blowing his horn;
The bull’s in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.