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If
all the world were apple pie
If
all the world were apple
pie.
And all the sea were ink.
And all the trees were bread
and cheese
What should we have to drink
Little
fishes in a brook
Little
fishes in a brook,
Father caught them on a hook,
Mother fried them in a pan,
Johnnie eats them like a
man.
Where
has my little dog gone
Oh
where, Oh where has my
little dog gone
Oh where, Oh where can he
be ?
With his ears cut short and
his tail cut long,
Oh where, Oh where is he
?
Pussycat
Mole
Pussy
- cat Mole
Jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat
Burnt a great hole,
Poor pussy's weeping,
She'll have no more milk,
Until her best petticoat's
Mended with silk.
Little
Lad
Little
lad, little lad
Where wast thou born ?
Far off in Lancshire,
Under a thorn;
Where they sup sour milk
From a ran's horn
Tommy
Snooks
As
Tommy Snooks and Bessie
Brooks
Were walking out on Sunday;
Says Tommy Snooks to Bessie
Brooks,
"Tomorrow will be Monday."
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If
wishes were horses
If
wishes were horses,
Beggars would ride:
If turnips were watches,
I'd wear one by my side.
Mary
had a little bird
Mary
had a little bird,
Feathers bright and yellow,
Slender legs, upon my word
He was a pretty fellow.
The sweetest note he always
sung,
Which much delighted Mary,
She often, where the cage
was hung,
Sat hearing her canary.
Peter
Piper
Peter
Piper picked a peck of
pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers
Peter Piper picked.
If
Peter Piper picked a peck
of pickled peppers
Where's the peck of pickled
peppers
Peter Piper picked.
Rain
rain go away
Rain
rain go away
Come again another day
Little johny wants to play.
Pippin
Hill
As
I was going to Pippin Hill,
Pippin Hill was dirty;
There I met a pretty lass,
And she dropped me a curtsey.
Tom,
Tom
Tom,
Tom, the piper's son
He learnt to play when he
was young,
He, with his pipe, made such
a noise,
That he pleased all the girls
and boys.
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