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The Cat Sat Asleep

HE cat sat asleep by the side of the fire,
The mistress snored loud as a pig :

Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's desire,

And struck up a bit of a jig.
The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rocked the cradle,
The dish jump'd over the table,
To see the pot with the ladle.
The broom behind the butt

Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut:

"Odds-bobs," says the gridiron, "can't you agree? I'm the head constable,-come along with me."

Bobby Shafto

OBBY SHAFTO is gone to sea,

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With silver buckles at his knee;

When he'll come home he'll marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shafto!

Bobby Shafto is fat and fair,

Combing down his yellow hair;

He's my love forevermore!

Pretty Bobby Shafto!

Tom He Was a Piper's Son

OM he was a piper's son,

He learn'd to play when he was young,

And all the tunes that he could play,
Was "Over the hills and far away,'
"Over the hills, and a great way off,
And the wind will blow my topknot off."

Now Tom with his pipe made such a noise,
That he pleas'd both the girls and the boys,
And they stopp'd to hear him play
"Over the hills and far away."

Tom with his pipe did play with such skill,
That those who heard him could never keep still;
Whenever they heard they began for to dance,
Even pigs on their hind legs would after him prance.

As Dolly was milking her cow one day,
Tom took out his pipe and began for to play;
So Dolly and the cow danced the Cheshire round,
Till the pail was broke and the milk ran on the ground.

He met Old Dame Trot with a basket of eggs,
He used his pipe and she used her legs;
She danced about till the eggs were all broke,
She began for to fret, but he laughed at the joke.

He saw a cross fellow was beating an ass,
Heavy laden with pots, pans, dishes, and glass;
He took out his pipe and played them a tune.
And the jackass's load was lightened full soon.

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I Had a Hobby-Horse

HAD a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,

It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;

When I got there I gave a great shout,

Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.

Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,

He would not come to my house, I made a great feast;

I had but little, but I would give him some,

For playing of his bagpipes and beating his drum.

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Dance, Little Baby

ANCE, little baby, dance up high,

Never mind, baby, mother is by;

Crow and caper, caper and crow,
There, little baby, there you go.
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backward and forward, round and round;
Dance, little baby, and mother will sing,
With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding.

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(A cinder)

RIDDLE, a riddle, as I suppose,

A hundred eyes, and never a nose.