Tag: The Real Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Georgy Porgy
GEORGY PORGY Georgy Porgy, pudding and pie,Kissed the girls and made them cry.When the boys came out to play,Georgy Porgy ran away.
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Mother Goose: A Man in our Town
THE MAN IN OUR TOWN There was a man in our town, And he was wondrous wise,He jumped into a bramble bush, And scratched out both his eyes;But when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main,He jumped into another bush, And scratched ’em in again.
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Mother Goose: Banbury Cross
BANBURY CROSS Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross,To see an old lady upon a white horse.Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes,She shall have music wherever she goes.
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Mother Goose: Christmas
CHRISTMAS Christmas is coming, the geese are getting fat,Please to put a penny in an old man’s hat;If you haven’t got a penny a ha’penny will do,If you haven’t got a ha’penny, God bless you. Christmas #2 Christmas comes but once a year, And when it comes it brings good cheer.
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Mother Goose: HEIGH-HO, THE CARRION CROW
HEIGH-HO, THE CARRION CROW A carrion crow sat on an oak, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor shape his cloak; Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! Wife, bring me my old bent bow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon…
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Mother Goose: PUSSY-CAT AND QUEEN
PUSSY-CAT AND QUEEN“Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, Where have you been?”“I’ve been to London To look at the Queen.” “Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, What did you there?”“I frightened a little mouse Under the chair.” By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Pippen Hill
PIPPEN HILLAs I was going up Pippen Hill, Pippen Hill was dirty;There I met a pretty Miss, And she dropped me a curtsy. Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you;If I had half-a-crown a day, I’d spend it all upon you. By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Three Wise Men of Gotham
THREE WISE MEN OF GOTHAMThree wise men of GothamWent to sea in a bowl;If the bowl had been strongerMy song had been longer. By Mother Goose
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Mother Goose: Hush-A-Bye
HUSH-A-BYEHush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top!When the wind blows the cradle will rock;When the bough breaks the cradle will fall;Down will come baby, bough, cradle and all. By Mother Goose
