URSERY RHYMES 
 
 Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, 
 
 Eating his Christmas Pie; 
 He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, 
 
 And said, " What a good boy am I ! " 
 
 LONDON ; F. WARNE & CoTbEDFORD STREET, STRAND, 
 
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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig ; 
 Home ngain, home again, jiggetty jig. 
 To market, to market, to buy a fat hog; 
 Home papain, home again, jiggety-jotr. 
 
fO Taffy was a Welshman, I wen t to Taffy's House, 
 
 Taffy was a thief ; Taffy was from home ; 
 
 Taffy came to my house Taffy came to my house, 
 
 And stole a piece of beef. And stole a marrow bone. 
 
Baa, baa, black sheep, One for my master, 
 Have you any wool ? One for my dame ; 
 
 Yes, many, have I, But none for the little girl 
 Three baas full ; That cries in the lane. 
 
Pretty maid, pretty maid, where have you been? 
 Gathering a posie to give to the Queen. 
 
Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 
 How does your garden grow? 
 
 Silver bells and cockle shells, 
 And columbines all of a row. 
 
Little Bo-peep has lost his sheep, 
 
 And cannot tell where to find them; 
 Leave them alone, and they'll come home, 
 5ind bring their tails behind them. 
 

Hot cross Buns ! Hot cross Buns ! 
 
 One a penny, two a penny, Hot cross Buns ! 
 
 Hot cross Buns ! Hot cross Buns ! 
 
 If ye have no daughters, give them to your sons.