Category: The Real Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Poor Old Robinson Crusoe
POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!Poor old Robinson Crusoe!Poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat Of an old Nanny goat.I wonder why they should do so! With a ring-a-ting-tang, And a ring-a-ting-tang,Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
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Mother Goose: My Maid Mary
MY MAID MARYMy maid Mary she minds the dairy, While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn;Gaily run the reel and the little spinning wheel, While I am singing and mowing my corn.
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Mother Goose: The Man of Bombay
THE MAN OF BOMBAYThere was a fat man of Bombay,Who was smoking one sunshiny day; When a bird called a snipe Flew away with his pipe,Which vexed the fat man of Bombay
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Mother Goose: Hark! Hark!
HARK! HARK!Hark, hark! the dogs do bark! Beggars are coming to town:Some in jags, and some in rags, And some in velvet gown.
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Mother Goose: My Love
MY LOVESaw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market? A peck of meal upon her back, A baby in her basket;Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?
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Mother Goose: The Man in the Moon
THE MAN IN THE MOONThe Man in the Moon came tumbling down, And asked the way to Norwich;He went by the south, and burnt his mouth With eating cold pease porridge.
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Mother Goose: The Little Moppet
THE LITTLE MOPPET I had a little moppet, I put it in my pocket,And fed it with corn and hay. There came a proud beggar. And swore he should have her;And stole my little moppet away.
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Mother Goose: Bobby Snooks
BOBBY SNOOKSLittle Bobby Snooks was fond of his books, And loved by his usher and master;But naughty Jack Spry, he got a black eye, And carries his nose in a plaster.
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Mother Goose: Little Jenny Wren
LITTLE JENNY WRENLittle Jenny Wren fell sick, Upon a time;In came Robin Redbreast And brought her cake and wine. “Eat well of my cake, Jenny, Drink well of my wine.”“Thank you, Robin, kindly, You shall be mine.” Jenny she got well, And stood upon her feet,And told Robin plainly She loved him not a bit. Robin being angry, Hopped upon a twig,Saying,…
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Mother Goose: The Little Bird
THE LITTLE BIRDOnce I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop;So I cried, “Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?” And was going to the window To say, “How do you do?”But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew.