Tag: Poetry
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Mother Goose: Comical Folk
COMICAL FOLK In a cottage in Fife Lived a man and his wifeWho, believe me, were comical folk; For, to people’s surprise, They both saw with their eyes,And their tongues moved whenever they spoke! When they were asleep, I’m told, that to keepTheir eyes open they could not contrive; They both walked on their feet, And ’twas thought what they eatHelped,…
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Mother Goose: I Love Sixpence
I LOVE SIXPENCEI love sixpence, a jolly, jolly sixpence, I love sixpence as my life;I spent a penny of it, I spent a penny of it, I took a penny home to my wife. Oh, my little fourpence, a jolly, jolly fourpence, I love fourpence as my life;I spent twopence of it, I spent twopence of it, And I…
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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.