Mother Goose's Nursery Rhymes Part 19

The young Turtle-doves Never quarrelled in the nest; For they dearly loved each other, Though they loved their mother best.

"Coo," said the little Doves.

"Coo," said she.

And they played together kindly In the dark pine-tree.

In this nursery of yours, Little sister, little brother, Like the Turtle-dove's nest-- Do you love one another?

 

Are you kind, are you gentle, As children ought to be?

Then the happiest of nests Is your own nursery.

Peter White Will ne'er go right, Would you know the reason why?

He follows his nose Wherever he goes, And that stands all awry.

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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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Hush-a-bye, baby, Daddy is near; Mamma is a lady, And that's very clear.

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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 round, and sent them to bed.

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One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea, How good you be.

One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea.

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There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all, Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small; A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent, And down at one gulp house and old woman went.

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I had a little hobby horse, And it was dapple grey, Its head was made of pea-straw, Its tail was made of hay.

I sold it to an old woman For a copper groat; And I'll not sing my song again Without a new coat.

Eggs, b.u.t.ter, cheese, bread, Stick, stock, stone, dead, Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown.

THE FROG'S CHORUS.

"YAUP, yaup, yaup!"

Said the croaking voice of a Frog: "A rainy day In the month of May, And plenty of room in the bog."

"Yaup, yaup, yaup!"

Said the Frog as it hopped away: "The insects feed On the floating weed, And I'm hungry for dinner to-day."

"Yaup, yaup, yaup!"

Said the Frog, as it splashed about: "Good neighbours all, When you hear me call, It is odd that you do not come out."

"Yaup, yaup, yaup!"

Said the Frogs; "it is charming weather; We'll come and sup, When the moon is up, And we'll all of us croak together."

What's the news of the day, Good neighbour, I pray?

They say the balloon Is gone up to the moon.

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Cross-Patch, Draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup, And drink it up, And call your neighbours in.