Tag: Poetry
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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.
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Mother Goose: THE ALPHABET
THE ALPHABETA, B, C, and D,Pray, playmates, agree.E, F, and G,Well, so it shall be.J, K, and L,In peace we will dwell.M, N, and O,To play let us go.P, Q, R, and S,Love may we possess.W, X, and Y,Will not quarrel or die.Z, and ampersand,Go to school at command.
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Mother Goose: NANCY DAWSON
Nancy Dawson was so fineShe wouldn’t get up to serve the swine;She lies in bed till eight or nine,So it’s Oh, poor Nancy Dawson. And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?The wife who sells the barley, honey?She won’t get up to feed her swine,And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
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Mother Goose: The Girl in the Lane
THE GIRL IN THE LANEThe girl in the lane, that couldn’t speak plain, Cried, “Gobble, gobble, gobble”:The man on the hill that couldn’t stand still, Went hobble hobble, hobble.
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Mother Goose: Hush-a-Bye
HUSH-A-BYE Hush-a-bye, baby, Daddy is near;Mamma is a lady, And that’s very clear.
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Mother Goose: JACK SPRAT
JACK SPRAT Jack Sprat Could eat no fat,His wife could eat no lean; And so, Betwixt them both,They licked the platter clean.
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Mother Goose: Jack Jelf
JACK JELF Little Jack Jelf Was put on the shelfBecause he could not spell “pie”; When his aunt, Mrs. Grace, Saw his sorrowful face,She could not help saying, “Oh, fie!” And since Master Jelf Was put on the shelfBecause he could not spell “pie,” Let him stand there so grim, And no more about him,For I wish him a very good-bye!
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Mother Goose: The Mouse and the Clock
THE MOUSE AND THE CLOCKHickory, dickory, dock!The mouse ran up the clock; The clock struck one, And down he run,Hickory, dickory, dock!
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Mother Goose: Blue Bell Boy
BLUE BELL BOYI had a little boy, And called him Blue Bell;Gave him a little work,– He did it very well. I bade him go upstairs To bring me a gold pin;In coal scuttle fell he, Up to his little chin. He went to the garden To pick a little sage;He tumbled on his nose, And fell into a rage. He…