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... . 22 Come let's to bed , says Sleepy - head ; Tarry a while , says Slow ; Put on the pan , says greedy Nan , We'll sup before we go . 23 Little Boy Blue , come blow up your horn I 2 RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS ' SCHOOLS .
... . 22 Come let's to bed , says Sleepy - head ; Tarry a while , says Slow ; Put on the pan , says greedy Nan , We'll sup before we go . 23 Little Boy Blue , come blow up your horn I 2 RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS ' SCHOOLS .
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... , Crooked thighs , Little head , And no eyes . ( A well . ) ( A pair of tongs ) 35 As I went through the garden gap , Who should I meet but Dick Red - cap ? A stick in his hand , a stone in his RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS ' SCHOOLS . 19.
... , Crooked thighs , Little head , And no eyes . ( A well . ) ( A pair of tongs ) 35 As I went through the garden gap , Who should I meet but Dick Red - cap ? A stick in his hand , a stone in his RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS ' SCHOOLS . 19.
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... head , And then make believe that my lap is your bed ; So hush , little dear , and be sure you don't cry . Bye - bye , little Dolly , lie still , and bye - bye . There , now it is morning and time to get 38 RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS ...
... head , And then make believe that my lap is your bed ; So hush , little dear , and be sure you don't cry . Bye - bye , little Dolly , lie still , and bye - bye . There , now it is morning and time to get 38 RECITATIONS FOR INFANTS ...
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... head ; Can they be telling one another , ' To - morrow you'll be dead ? ' I shall not join the haymaking , Or play in the hay with you ; I am so sorry for the flowers We have loved the summer through . D I am glad the sun shone out so ...
... head ; Can they be telling one another , ' To - morrow you'll be dead ? ' I shall not join the haymaking , Or play in the hay with you ; I am so sorry for the flowers We have loved the summer through . D I am glad the sun shone out so ...
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... head . A little more sleep , and a little more slumber . Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number . And when he gets up he sits folding his hands , Or walks about sauntering , or trifling he stands . I passed by his ...
... head . A little more sleep , and a little more slumber . Thus he wastes half his days and his hours without number . And when he gets up he sits folding his hands , Or walks about sauntering , or trifling he stands . I passed by his ...
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Page 42 - Star. TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are ! Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 57 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Page 45 - Boy's Song Where the pools are bright and deep, Where the gray trout lies asleep, Up the river and o'er the lea, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the blackbird sings the latest, Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest, Where the nestlings chirp and flee, That's the way for Billy and me. Where the mowers mow the cleanest, Where the hay lies thick and greenest, There to trace the homeward bee, That's the way for Billy and me.
Page 57 - Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life and bade thee feed By the stream and o'er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Little lamb, I'll tell thee; Little lamb, I'll tell thee. He is called by thy name, For He calls himself a Lamb; He is meek and He is mild, He became a little child.
Page 37 - I have no name; I am but two days old." What shall I call thee? "I happy am, Joy is my name." Sweet joy befall thee! Pretty joy! Sweet joy but two days old.
Page 45 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still. 'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down And the dews of night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Page 13 - 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, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Page 26 - OLD Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone: But when she got there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.
Page 32 - I," said the Sparrow, "With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin." Who saw him die? "I," said the Fly, "With my little eye, I saw him die.
Page 13 - Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home, And bring their tails behind them.