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Mother Goose: Over the Water

OVER THE WATER
Over the water, and over the sea,
And over the water to Charley,
I’ll have none of your nasty beef,
Nor I’ll have none of your barley;
But I’ll have some of your very best flour
To make a white cake for my Charley.

Mother Goose: Candle-Saving

CANDLE-SAVING

To make your candles last for aye,
You wives and maids give ear-O!
To put them out’s the only way,
Says honest John Boldero.

Mother Goose: A Cock and Bull Story

A COCK AND BULL STORY
The cock’s on the housetop blowing his horn;
The bull’s in the barn a-threshing of corn;
The maids in the meadows are making of hay;
The ducks in the river are swimming away.

Mother Goose: The Little Girl with a Curl

THE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURL
There was a little girl who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead;
When she was good, she was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.

note: horrid means very unpleasant or disagreeable:

Mother Goose: Coffee and Tea

COFFEE AND TEA

Molly, my sister and I fell out,
And what do you think it was all about?
She loved coffee and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn’t agree.

Mother Goose: Dapple-Gray

DAPPLE-GRAY
I had a little pony,
    His name was Dapple-Gray,
I lent him to a lady,
    To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
    She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
    For all the lady’s hire.

Mother Goose: Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

Cock-A-Doodle-Doo

Oh, my pretty cock, oh, my handsome cock,
  I pray you, do not crow before day,
And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold,
  And your wings of the silver so gray.

Mother Goose: The Blacksmith

THE BLACKSMITH
“Robert Barnes, my fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?”
“Yes, good sir, that I can,
As well as any other man;
There’s a nail, and there’s a prod,
Now, good sir, your horse is shod.”

Mother Goose: Tommy Snooks

TOMMY SNOOKS
As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
  Were walking out one Sunday,
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
  “Wilt marry me on Monday?”

Mother Goose: Cock-crow

COCK-CROW
Cocks crow in the morn
    To tell us to rise,
And he who lies late
    Will never be wise;

For early to bed
    And early to rise,
Is the way to be healthy
    And wealthy and wise.