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b.u.t.tons, a farthing a pair, Come, who will buy them of me?
They're round and sound and pretty, And fit for the girls of the city.
Come, who will buy them of me, b.u.t.tons, a farthing a pair?
SULKY SUE
Here's Sulky Sue; What shall we do?
Turn her face to the wall Till she comes to.
HECTOR PROTECTOR
Hector Protector was dressed all in green; Hector Protector was sent to the Queen.
The Queen did not like him, No more did the King; So Hector Protector was sent back again.
JERRY AND JAMES AND JOHN
There was an old woman had three sons, Jerry and James and John; Jerry was hung, James was drowned, John was lost, and never was found; And there was an end of her three sons, Jerry and James and John!
THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, Then whipped them all round, and sent them to bed.
NEEDLES AND PINS
Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins.
THE SONG OF MYSELF
As I walked by myself, And talked to myself, Myself said unto me: Look to thyself, Take care of thyself, For n.o.body cares for thee.
I answered myself, And said to myself, In the self-same repartee: Look to thyself, Or not look to thyself, The self-same thing will be.
t.i.t-TAT-TOE
t.i.t-tat-toe, My first go, Three jolly butcher-boys All of a row; Stick one up, Stick one down, Stick one in the old man's crown.
THE WAY TO LONDON TOWN
See-saw, sacaradown, Which is the way to London town?
One foot up, the other foot down, That is the way to London town.
CaeSAR'S SONG
Bow, wow, wow, whose dog art thou?
Little Tom Tinker's dog, Bow, wow, wow.
GREEN GRAVEL
Around the green gravel the gra.s.s grows green, And all the pretty maids are plain to be seen; Wash them with milk, and clothe them with silk, And write their names with a pen and ink.
WASH ME AND COMB ME
Wash me and comb me, And lay me down softly, And lay me on a bank to dry, That I may look pretty, When somebody comes by.
