Category: The Real Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Pancake Day
PANCAKE DAY Great A, little a,This is pancake day;Toss the ball high,Throw the ball low,Those that come afterMay sing heigh-ho!
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Mother Goose: A Sure Test
A SURE TEST If you are to be a gentleman, As I suppose you’ll be,You’ll neither laugh nor smile, For a tickling of the knee.
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Mother Goose: T’OTHER LITTLE TUNE
T’OTHER LITTLE TUNE I won’t be my father’s Jack, I won’t be my father’s Jill;I will be the fiddler’s wife, And have music when I will. T’other little tune, T’other little tune, Prithee, Love, play me T’other little tune.
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Mother Goose: My Kitten
MY KITTEN Hey, my kitten, my kitten, And hey, my kitten, my deary!Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary.
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Mother Goose: The Old Man
THE OLD MANThere was an old manIn a velvet coat,He kissed a maidAnd gave her a groat.The groat it was crack’dAnd would not go,–Ah, old man, do you serve me so?
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Mother Goose: THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCE
THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCEThere came an old woman from FranceWho taught grown-up children to dance; But they were so stiff, She sent them home in a sniff,This sprightly old woman from France.
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Mother Goose: One Misty Moisty Morning
ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNINGOne 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?
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Mother Goose: ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN
ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHNRobin Hood, Robin Hood, Is in the mickle wood!Little John, Little John, He to the town is gone. Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Telling his beads,All in the greenwood Among the green weeds. Little John, Little John, If he comes no more,Robin Hood, Robin Hood, We shall fret full sore!
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Mother Goose: Dance to Your Daddie
DANCE TO YOUR DADDIEDance to your daddie,My bonnie laddie;Dance to your daddie, my bonnie lamb;You shall get a fishy,On a little dishy;You shall get a fishy, when the boat comes home.
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Mother Goose: Jack and Jill
JACK AND JILLJack and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water;Jack fell down, and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Then up Jack got and off did trot, As fast as he could caper,To old Dame Dob, who patched his nob With vinegar and brown paper.