The Nursery Rhyme Book Part 5

NATURE requires five, Custom gives seven!

Laziness takes nine, And Wickedness eleven.

[_Hours of Sleep._

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SEE a pin and pick it up, All the day you'll have good luck; See a pin and let it lay, Bad luck you'll have all the day!

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NEEDLES and pins, needles and pins.

When a man marries his trouble begins.

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BOUNCE buckram, velvet's dear; Christmas comes but once a year.

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A MAN of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds; And when the weeds begin to grow, It's like a garden full of snow; And when the snow begins to fall, It's like a bird upon the wall; And when the bird away does fly, It's like an eagle in the sky; And when the sky begins to roar, It's like a lion at the door; And when the door begins to crack, It's like a stick across your back; And when your back begins to smart, It's like a penknife in your heart; And when your heart begins to bleed, You're dead, and dead, and dead, indeed.

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IF you sneeze on Monday, you sneeze for danger; Sneeze on a Tuesday, kiss a stranger; Sneeze on a Wednesday, sneeze for a letter; Sneeze on a Thursday, something better; Sneeze on a Friday, sneeze for sorrow; Sneeze on a Sat.u.r.day, see your sweetheart to-morrow.

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WHEN the wind is in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the north, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the south, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.

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HE that would thrive Must rise at five; He that hath thriven May lie till seven; And he that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.

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A SWARM of bees in May Is worth a load of hay; A swarm of bees in June Is worth a silver spoon; A swarm of bees in July Is not worth a fly.

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YEOW mussent sing a' Sunday, Becaze it is a sin, But yeow may sing a' Monday Till Sunday c.u.ms agin.

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A SUNs.h.i.+NY shower Won't last half an hour.

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FOR every evil under the sun, There is a remedy, or there is none.

If there be one, try and find it; If there be none, never mind it.

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THE art of good driving's a paradox quite, Though custom has prov'd it so long; If you go to the left, you're sure to go right, If you go to the right, you go wrong.

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AS the days lengthen, So the storms strengthen.

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THE fair maid who, the first of May, Goes to the fields at break of day, And washes in dew from the hawthorn tree, Will ever after handsome be.

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FRIDAY night's dream, On the Sat.u.r.day told, Is sure to come true, Be it never so old.

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EARLY to bed, and early to rise, Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

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MONDAY'S bairn is fair of face, Tuesday's bairn is full of grace, Wednesday's bairn is full of woe, Thursday's bairn has far to go, Friday's bairn is loving and giving, Sat.u.r.day's bairn works hard for its living, But the bairn that is born on the Sabbath day Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.

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FOR want of a nail, the shoe was lost; For want of the shoe, the horse was lost; For want of the horse, the rider was lost; For want of the rider, the battle was lost; For want of the battle, the kingdom was lost; And all from the want of a horseshoe nail.

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MARCH winds and April showers Bring forth May flowers.

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ONE misty moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, There I met an old man Clothed all in leather; Clothed all in leather, With cap under his chin,-- How do you do, and how do you do, And how do you do again!

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THE fox and his wife they had a great strife, They never eat mustard in all their whole life; They eat their meat without fork or knife, And loved to be picking a bone, e-ho!

The fox jumped up on a moonlight night; The stars they were s.h.i.+ning, and all things bright; Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night For me to go through the town, e-ho!

The fox when he came to yonder stile, He lifted his lugs and he listened a while!

Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile From this unto yonder wee town, e-ho!