Mother Goose: Saturday, Saturday
SATURDAY, SUNDAY
On Saturday night
Shall be all my care
To powder my locks
And curl my hair.
On Sunday morning
My love will come in.
When he will marry me
With a gold ring.
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Mother Goose: Sulky Sue
SULKY SUE
Here’s Sulky Sue,
What shall we do?
Turn her face to the wall
Till she comes to.
Mother Goose: The First of May
THE FIRST OF MAY
The fair maid who, the first of May,
Goes to the fields at break of day,
And washes in dew from the hawthorn-tree,
Will ever after handsome be.
Mother Goose: Two Pigeons
TWO PIGEONS
I had two pigeons bright and gay,
They flew from me the other day.
What was the reason they did go?
I cannot tell, for I do not know.
Mother Goose: Old Woman, Old Woman
OLD WOMAN, OLD WOMAN
There was an old woman tossed in a basket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
But where she was going no mortal could tell,
For under her arm she carried a broom.
“Old woman, old woman, old woman,”said I,
“Whither, oh whither, oh whither so high?”
“To sweep the cobwebs from the sky;
And I’ll be with you by-and-by.”
Mother Goose: Boy and the Sparrow
BOY AND THE SPARROW
A little cock-sparrow sat on a green tree,
And he chirruped, he chirruped, so merry was he.
A naughty boy came with his wee bow and arrow,
Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow.
“This little cock-sparrow shall make me a stew,
And his giblets shall make me a little pie, too.”
“Oh, no,” says the sparrow “I won’t make a stew.”
So, he flapped his wings and away he flew.
Mother Goose: The Hobby-Horse
THE HOBBY-HORSE
I had a little hobby-horse,
And it was dapple gray;
Its head was made of pea-straw,
Its tail was made of hay.
I sold it to an old woman
For a copper groat;
And I’ll not sing my song again
Without another coat.
Mother Goose: Tommy Tittlemouse
TOMMY TITTLEMOUSE
Little Tommy Tittlemouse
Lived in a little house;
He caught fishes
In other men’s ditches.
Mother Goose: Sing a Song of Sixpence
SING A SONG OF SIXPENCE
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie!
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish
To set before the king?
The king was in his counting-house,
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor,
Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden,
Hanging out the clothes;
When down came a blackbird
And snapped off her nose.
Mother Goose: Little Pussy
LITTLE PUSSY
I like little Pussy,
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don’t hurt her
She’ll do me no harm;
So I’ll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But Pussy and I
Very gently will play.
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