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 COSTUMES AND ACTING SOME OF THE 
 
 PRINCIPAL PIECES. 
 
 A CHOICE SELECTION OF MUSIC, 
 
 ESPECIALLY ADAPTED TO THE RHYMES. 
 
 Edited by UNCLE WILLIS, 
 
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 BOSTON" 1889 
 LEE AND SHEPARD Publishers 
 
 10 MILK STREET NEXT " THE OLD SOUTH MEETING-HOUSE " 
 
 NEW YORK CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM 
 
 718 AND 720 BROADWAY 
 
Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by 
 
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PREFACE 
 
 TO 
 
 MRS. PARTINGTON'S EDITION OF "MOTHER GOOSE. 
 
 Mj^J?HE little songs by " Mother Goose " have been the delight 
 Y1L of the nursery for nearly two hundred years, and have lost 
 none of their original attractiveness. Children of the rich 
 and poor have listened to them, and learned them, without doubt- 
 ing the identity of Mother Goose, or the truth of her wonderful 
 ditties. " Little Jack Horner," " Jack and Jill," and the " Cow 
 that jumped over the Moon," were verities in the nursery, not to 
 be questioned by the young listeners, who, with open eyes and 
 ears, heard them chanted by loving lips. Some over-wise people 
 have tried to place the dame among the myths, but Mother Goose 
 was a person, and, more than that, a person of Boston, of wealth, 
 and respectability, and warm affection, and sung the songs, 
 ~ or most of them imputed to her, to amuse her own little grand- 
 -* child, in whom she much delighted. Her eldest daughter, 
 . Elizabeth Goose, the mother of this grandchild, was married, in 
 <£> 1715, by the great Dr. Cotton Mather, to Thomas Fleet, a printer, 
 ^O and when the grandchild came upon the stage, the venerable 
 
PRE FA CE. 
 
 Mrs. Goose, in her position of grandmother, grew melodious, and 
 sang to her pet all the little ditties which she had learned when 
 a child herself, being the very ones composing this book. Thomas 
 Fleet was much disturbed by her singing, as he was a studious 
 person, and desired quiet ; but all his remonstrances were in vain, 
 and his ridicule was equally futile. The baby must be sung to ; 
 and so she went up and down the house singing her songs to the 
 little one. Thomas, being a shrewd man, at last thought he might 
 make a little fun, and perhaps some money, out of the songs, be- 
 sides indulging in a little malicious feeling against his mother-in- 
 law, by publishing her nonsensical rhymes, as he regarded them ; 
 and therefore he gathered them together in a small pamphlet, 
 and issued them with the following title : " Songs for the Nursery ; 
 or, Mother Goose's Melodies for Children. Printed by T. Fleet, 
 at his Printing House, Pudding Lane. 1719. Price two coppers." 
 And thus were these remarkable melodies first made public. 
 The title, " Mother Goose," given them for the malicious purpose 
 named, proved the grand element of popularity for the songs, 
 which he never dreamed they were to attain. The name is asso- 
 ciated with the earliest memories of every one's childhood, the 
 term Mother giving a sort of sacredness to the songs she sings. 
 Think of the tender regard with which the old lady has been 
 cherished during so many generations ! and the name of Thomas 
 Fleet would have been scarcely known to-day but for its being 
 coupled with hers on the title-page of the book designed to ridi- 
 cule her. Even " Pudding Lane " is forgotten, except on the 
 old maps. Probably some of the songs were of her own compo- 
 sition, and we can fancy how proudly she must have felt when 
 
 i 
 
PRE FA CE. 
 
 she had achieved some new lyric, and sang it to her one auditor, 
 — the representative of unborn millions, — while Thomas Fleet 
 sat with his fingers in his ears, or scolded and fumed in his study, 
 at the ridiculous songs she sung. Yet these ridiculous songs 
 have been published in all the civilized languages of the world, 
 and genius has lately given them grander meanings, and drawn 
 from them morals which even older and wiser heads than those 
 for which they were designed may profit by. Hundreds of 
 editions have been published in our own country, — ■ it would be 
 matter of interest to know how many, ■ — and most of them have 
 been illustrated by pictures of a grotesque character, though 
 worthy of better. In this edition the publishers have paid re- 
 spect to Art, and have studied to make the pictures in accord- 
 ance with the text, rendering " Mother Goose " pictorially 
 attractive for her little readers, besides serving to awaken in 
 them a taste for art. And thus the venerable dame appears in a 
 new garb, the old spirit remaining, and moves on to new fields 
 and new triumphs. 
 
 All of the original Mother Goose rhymes are in this collection, 
 besides many others of a similar character ; and in making this 
 selection we have found material from which we shall, at no 
 distant day, make a volume of Mother Goose's stories. 
 
yu^> ^^j^i/mX'-v. 
 
AUTHENTICITY OF MOTHER GOOSE. 
 
 !>E sent the advanced sheets of " Mother Goose " to the 
 venerable Mrs. Partington, requesting her sagacious 
 opinion regarding the book. After reading, she handed 
 them to Isaac for his examination, while she pursued her domes- 
 tic avocation. He turned over the leaves carefully and looked 
 at the pictures, reading the luminous text, aloud, with manifest 
 delight. 
 
 " Was there ever such a woman as Mother Goose ? " he asked, 
 at length. 
 
 Mrs. P. looked at him over her spectacles, the consciousness of 
 wisdom beaming from her eyes, while she" hovered over the big 
 
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AUTHENTICITY OF MOTHER GOOSE. 
 
 earthen pan containing her sponge of bread, which she stirred 
 with a spoon, as if revolving an answer that was somewhere in the 
 bread. She not being naturally a revolver, the process of educ- 
 tion was slow with her. 
 
 " Such a woman ! " said she, when her mind had perfectly mas- 
 tered the situation ; " of course there was such a woman, or how 
 could this book be here, with all its songs and pictures contagious ? 
 There is no more doubt of her indemtity than there is of mine, and 
 people have followed her perigree back to the original gosling." 
 
 " But did she write the songs ? " asked Ike, scanning the " little 
 man " with the " little gun," and wishing he had one. 
 
 " Perhaps she did, and perhaps she didn't ; full as much one as 
 t'other ; but if she did or didn't write them, she sung them, which 
 is all we care about, and they have come down to posteritory for 
 us to believe or not — as some do and some don't, — but the book 
 is hers to all intents and porpoises, just as she wabbled them to 
 her grandchildren." 
 
 " How did they print 'em if they were not written ? " -the 
 young critic still queried. 
 
 This was rather a poser ; but what barrier could stand before 
 the acumen of Mrs. Partington ? She said, — 
 
 " A funnygraphic colporter took them down short-handed." 
 
 As she said this she gave a stab with the spoon into the 
 sponge, as though she were exterminating doubt, and Ike doubted 
 and queried no more. A smiling triumph rested on the serene 
 brow of Mrs. P., and she returned the sheets to the publishers, 
 with her full approval, and the permission to use her name as 
 sponsor for the book. 
 
]\JO¥S^ ^OOgSj'g ]M5<I<0®I^- 
 
Old Mother Goose, when 
 She wanted to wander, 
 
 Would ride through the air 
 On a very fine gander. 
 
 11 
 
Old King Cole, 
 
 Was a merry old soul, 
 And a merry old soul was he, 
 
 And he called for his pipe, 
 
 And he called for his glass, 
 And he called for his fiddlers three. 
 
 And every fiddler had a fine fiddle, 
 And a very fine fiddle had he ; 
 "Tweedle dee, tweedle dee," said the fiddlers, 
 "0, there's none so rare 
 As can compare 
 With Old King Cole and his fiddlers three ! ' 
 
 12 
 
Simple Simon met a pieman, 
 
 Going to the fair ; 
 Says Simple Simon to the pieman, 
 
 "Let me taste your ware." 
 
 13 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Says the pieman to Simple Simon, 
 " Show me first your penny." 
 
 Says Simple Simon to the pieman, 
 " Indeed, I have not any." 
 
 Simple Simon went a fishing, 
 
 For to catch a whale ; 
 All the water he had got 
 
 Was in his mother's pail. 
 
 Simple Simon went to look 
 
 If plums grew on a thistle ; 
 He pricked his fingers very much, 
 
 Which made poor Simon whistle. 
 
 — mj^^^b^^^h — 
 
 Sally, Sally Waters, why are you so sad ? 
 You shall have a husband, either good or bad : 
 T hen rise, Sally Waters, and sprinkle your pan, 
 For you 're just the young woman to get a nice 
 man. 
 
 14 
 
There was a little man, and he had a little gun, 
 And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead : 
 He shot David Andrews through the middle of 
 
 his wig, 
 And knocked it right off his head, head, head. 
 
 15 
 
Girls and boys, come out to play ; 
 
 The moon doth shine as bright as day! 
 
 Leave your supper, leave your sleep, 
 
 And come with your playfellows into the street. 
 
 Come with a whoop, come with a call, 
 
 Come with a good will or not at all! 
 
 Up the ladder and down the wall ; 
 
 A half-penny roll will serve us all. 
 
 You find milk and I'll find flour, 
 
 And we'll have a pudding in half an hour. 
 
 is 
 
This pig went to market, 
 This pig stayed at home; 
 This pig had roast beef, 
 This pig had none ; 
 This pig said, Wee, wee, wee, 
 I can't find my way home ! 
 
 17 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Come, butter, come ; 
 
 Come, butter, come ; 
 Willie stands at the gate, 
 Waiting for a buttered cake. 
 
 Come, butter, come ! 
 
 Come when you're called.. 
 
 Do what you're bid. 
 Shut the door after you. 
 
 Never be chid. 
 
 As I was going to St. Ives, 
 I met a man with seven wives ! 
 Every wife had seven sacks ; 
 Every sack had seven cats; 
 Every cat had seven kits. 
 Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, 
 How many were there going to St. Ives ? 
 
 18 
 
Sing a song of sixpence, 
 A pocket full of rye ; 
 
 Four-and-twenty blackbirds 
 Baked in a pie. 
 
 19 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 When the pie was opened, 
 The birds began to sing ; 
 
 Was not that a dainty dish 
 To set before the king? 
 
 The king was in the parlor, 
 Counting out his money ; 
 
 The queen was in the kitchen, 
 Eating bread and honey ; 
 
 The maid was in the garden, 
 Hanging out the clothes ; 
 
 There came a little blackbird 
 And nipped off her nose. 
 
 Jenny was so mad, 
 
 She didn't know what to do ; 
 
 She put her ringer in her ear, 
 
 And cracked it right in two. 
 20 
 
Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, 
 
 Eating a Christmas pie; 
 He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, 
 
 And said, " What a good boy am I ! " 
 
 A, B, C, tumble-down D, 
 The cat's in the cupboard, and she can't see. 
 
 21 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Jack Sprat could eat no fat, 
 
 His wife could eat no lean ; 
 Betwixt them both they cleared the plate, 
 
 And licked the platter clean. 
 
 A little brown-sparrow sat on a pine tree, 
 Looking as happy as happy could be, 
 Till a little boy came by with his bow and arrow : 
 Says he, "I will shoot the little brown-sparrow. 
 
 " His body will make me a nice little stew, 
 And his giblets will make me a little pie, too." 
 Says the little brown-sparrow, " I'll be shot if I 
 
 stay ! " 
 So he clapped his wings, and flew away. 
 
 22 
 
Little boy blue, come, blow up your horn, 
 The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn ; 
 Where's the little boy that tends the sheep? 
 He's under the haycock fast asleep. 
 Go wake him, go wake him ! no, not I ; 
 For if I do he will certainly cry. 
 
 23 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 As I was going to sell my eggs, 
 I met a man with bandy legs; 
 Bandy legs and crooked toes, 
 I tripped up his heels and he fell on 
 his nose. 
 
 There was an old woman, her name it was Peg ; 
 Her head was of wood, and she wore a cork leg ; 
 The neighbors all pitched her into the water, — 
 Her leg was drowned first, and her head followed 
 after. 
 
 24 
 
Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper. 
 What shall I sing? White bread and butter. 
 How shall I cut it without any knife ? 
 How shall I marry without any wife ? 
 
 25 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 A little boy went into a barn, 
 And lay down on some hay; 
 
 An owl came out and flew about, 
 And the little boy — ran away. 
 
 Here comes a poor woman from Babylon, 
 With three small children all alone ; 
 One can brew, and one can bake, 
 The other can make a pretty round cake. 
 
 One can sit in the arbor and spin ; 
 Another can make a fine bed for the king ; 
 Choose the one and leave the rest, 
 And take the one you love the best. 
 
 26 
 
There was a little man, 
 And he wooed a little maid, 
 
 And he said, Little maid, will you wed, wed, wed ? 
 I have little more to say 
 Than will you, yea or nay ; 
 
 For the least said is soonest mended, ded, ded. 
 
 27 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 fne little maid replied, 
 
 Some say a little sighed, 
 But what shall we have to eat, eat, eat? 
 
 Will the love that you're so rich in, 
 
 Make the fire in the kitchen, 
 Or the little god of Love turn the spit, spit, spit ? 
 
 Miss Jane had a bag, and a mouse was in it; 
 She opened the bag, and he was out in a minute; 
 The cat saw him jump, and run under the table, 
 And the dog said, Catch him, Puss, if you are able. 
 
 28 
 
Hark, hark, hark, 
 
 The dogs do bark, 
 The beggars are coming to town, 
 
 Some in rags. 
 
 Some in jags, 
 And some in velvet gowns. 
 
 29 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Take this ! What's this ? Hewley pewley. 
 
 Where's my share ? About the kite's neck. 
 
 Where's the kite ? Flown to the wood. 
 
 Where's the wood ? The fire has burnt it. 
 
 Where's the fire ? The water has quenched it. 
 
 Where's the water ? The ox has drunk it. 
 
 Where's the ox ? The butcher has killed it. 
 
 Where's the butcher ? The rope has hanged him. 
 
 Where's the rope? The rat has gnawed it. 
 
 Where's the rat ? The cat has killed it. 
 
 Where's the cat ? Behind the church door, cracking 
 pebble-stones and marrow-bones for your and 
 my supper, and the one who speaks first shall 
 have a box on the ear. 
 
 Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home, 
 Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone ! 
 All but one, and her name is Ann, 
 And she crept under the pudding pan. 
 
 30 
 
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. 
 
 Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep, 
 
 And dreamed she heard them bleating; 
 But when she awoke, she found it a joke, 
 
 For they were still a-fleeting. 
 
 31 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Then she took up her little crook, 
 
 Determined for to find them ; 
 She found them indeed, 
 But it made her heart bleed, 
 
 For they'd left all their tails behind 'em ! 
 
 There was an old man, 
 And he had a calf; 
 
 And that's half. 
 He took him out of the stall, 
 And put him on the wall ; 
 
 And that's all. 
 
 32 
 
When I was a little boy I lived by myself, 
 And all the bread and cheese I got I put upon 
 
 the shelf; 
 The rats and the mice did lead me such a life, 
 I was forced to go to London and buy me a wife ; 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 The streets were so broad, and the lanes were 
 so narrow, 
 
 I could not get my wife home without a wheel- 
 barrow ; 
 
 The wheelbarrow broke, my wife got a fall, 
 
 Down tumbled wheelbarrow, wife and all. 
 
 There were two blind men went to see 
 
 Two cripples run a race ; 
 The bull did light the bumble-bee, 
 
 And scratched him on the face. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Snail, snail, come out of your hole, 
 
 Or else I will beat you as black as a coal. 
 
 Hush-a-bye baby, 
 
 Daddy is near; 
 Mammy's a lady, 
 
 And that's very clear. 
 
 35 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Hush-a-bye baby, on the tree top, 
 When the wind blows, the cradle will rock ; 
 When the bough bends, the cradle will fall ; 
 Down will come baby, cradle and all ! 
 
 Little Poll Parrot 
 Sat in her garret, 
 
 Eating toast and tea ; 
 A little brown mouse, 
 Jumped into the house, 
 
 And stole it all away. 
 
 36 
 
Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, 
 They were two bonny lasses; 
 
 They built a house upon the lea, 
 And covered it o'er with rushes. 
 
 Bessy kept the garden gate, 
 And Mary kept the pantry ; 
 
 Bessy always had to wait, 
 While Mary lived in plenty. 
 
 37 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Pat a cake, pat a cake, baker's man ; 
 So I will, master, as fast as I can. 
 Pick it and pat it, and mark it with B, 
 And put it in the oven for Willie and me. 
 
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 38 
 
Three wise men of Gotham 
 Went to sea in a bowl, 
 And if the bowl had been stronger 
 My song had been longer. 
 
 39 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Hey diddle, dinketty, popety, pet, 
 The merchants of London they wear scarlet ; 
 Silk in the collar, and gold in the hem, 
 So merrily march the merchant men. 
 
 There were two blackbirds 
 
 Sitting on a hill; 
 One was named Jack, 
 The other named Jill. 
 Fly away, Jack ! 
 Fly away, Jill ! 
 Come again, Jack! 
 Come again, Jill! 
 
 Polly, put the kettle on, 
 
 Polly, put the kettle on, 
 
 Polly, put the kettle on, 
 
 And let's drink tea. 
 
 Sukey, take it off again, 
 Sukey, take it off again, 
 Sukey, take it off again, 
 They're all gone away. 
 
 40 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 A little old man of Derby, 
 And how do you think he served me? 
 He took away my bread and cheese, 
 And that is how he served me. 
 
 Blow, wind, blow — and go, mill, go — 
 That the miller may grind his corn ; 
 
 That the baker may take it, and into rolls 
 make it, 
 And bring us some hot in the morn. 
 
 41 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was a man, and he had nought, 
 
 And robbers came to rob him; 
 He crept up to the chimney-pot, 
 
 And then they thought they had him. 
 But he got down on t'other side, 
 
 And then they could not find him ; 
 He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, 
 
 And never looked behind him. 
 
 Old Abram Grimes is dead and gone! 
 
 You'll never see him more ; 
 He used to wear an old brown coat 
 
 That buttoned down before. 
 
 Cross patch, 
 
 Draw the latch, 
 Sit by the fire and spin. 
 Take a cup, and drink it up ; 
 Then call your neighbors in. 
 
Jack and Jill went up the hill, 
 To fetch a pail of water; 
 
 Jack fell down, and broke his crown, 
 And Jill came tumbling after. 
 
 43 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 On Christmas, eve I turned the spit, 
 I burned my fingers, I feel it yet ; 
 My canary flew over the table ; 
 And the pot began to swallow the ladle. 
 
 You shall have an apple, 
 
 You shall have a plum ; 
 You shall have a rattle-basket, 
 
 When your dad comes home. 
 
 Robbin a-Robbin bent his bow, 
 He shot at a woodcock, and killed a doe. 
 The doe cried baa! and he ran away, 
 Never to come back till midsummer dav. 
 
 A good child, a good child, 
 As I suppose you be, 
 
 Never laughed nor smiled 
 At the tickling of your knee. 
 
 44 
 
A horse and cart 
 
 Had Billy Smart, 
 To play when it pleased him. 
 
 The cart he'd load 
 
 By the side of the road, 
 And be happy if no one teased him, 
 
 45 
 
I had a little hen, the prettiest ever seen ; 
 
 She washed me the dishes, and kept the house clean. 
 
 She went to the mill to fetch me some flour, 
 
 She brought it home in less than an hour. 
 
 She baked me my bread ; she brewed me my ale ; 
 
 She sat by the fire, and told many a fine tale. 
 
 I will sing you a song 
 Of the days that are long; 
 Of the woodcock and sparrow, 
 
 Of the little dog that burnt his tail; 
 And he shall be whipped to-morrow. 
 
 46 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Needles and pins, needles and pins, 
 When a man marries his trouble begins. 
 
 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. 
 
 47 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen, 
 She lays eggs for gentlemen, 
 
 Sometimes nine and sometimes ten ; 
 Higgleby, piggleby, my black hen. 
 
 I had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell, 
 
 I gave him some work, and he did it very well. 
 
 I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, 
 
 He stepped into the coal-scuttle up to the chin. 
 
 I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, 
 
 He tumbled down, and fell in a rage. 
 
 I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer, 
 
 He came up again, and said there was none there. 
 
 48 
 
Tom, Tom, the piper's son, 
 Stole a pig and away he run ! 
 The pig was eat, and Tom was beat, 
 And Tom run crying down the street. 
 
 49 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan, 
 I'll have a piper to be my good man ; 
 And if I get less meat. I shall get game ; 
 Doodledy, doodledy, doodledy, dan. 
 
 Hey ding-a-ding, what shall I sing — 
 How many holes in a skimmer? 
 
 Four and twenty, my stomach is empty ; 
 Pray, mamma, give me some dinner. 
 
 Sing jigmijole, the pudding bowl, 
 The table, and the frame ; 
 
 My master he did cudgel me 
 For speaking of my dame. 
 
 Feedum, fiddledum fee, 
 The cat's got into the tree. 
 Pussy, come down, 
 Or I'll crack your crown, 
 And toss you into the sea. 
 
 50 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 See, saw, Margery Daw, 
 
 Sold her bed, and lay on straw. 
 
 The man in the moon 
 
 Came down too soon 
 To inquire his way to Norwich; 
 
 He went by the South, 
 
 And burnt his mouth 
 With eating cold plum porridge. 
 
 51 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 The little black dog ran round the house, 
 
 And set the bull a-roaring, 
 And drove the monkey in the boat, 
 
 Who set the oars a-rowing, 
 And scared the cock upon the rock, 
 
 Who cracked his throat with crowing. 
 
 There was an old woman, and what do you think ? 
 She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink ! 
 Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet ; 
 And yet this old woman could never be quiet ! 
 
 52 
 
I had a little hobby horse, 
 
 And it was dapple gray; 
 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. 
 
 53 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Our saucy boy, Dick, 
 Had a nice little stick, 
 
 Cut from a hawthorn tree ; 
 And with this pretty stick 
 He thought he could beat 
 
 A boy much bigger than he. 
 Bat the boy turned quick, 
 And fetched him a lick, 
 Which so frightened poor Dick, 
 
 That without more delay, 
 
 He ran quite away, 
 And threw aside his stick. 
 
 To market, to market, to buy a plum bun 
 Home again, home again, market is done. 
 
 54 
 
Three blind mice, see how they run ! 
 They all ran after the farmer's wife, 
 Who cut off their tails with a carving knife ; 
 Did you ever see such a sight in all your life ? 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Baby and I were baked in a pie; 
 
 The gravy was wonderfully hot. 
 We had nothing to pay the baker that day, 
 
 And so we crept out of the pot. 
 
 Peter White will ne'er go right; 
 
 And do you know why? 
 He follows his nose, where'er he goes, 
 
 And that stands all awry. 
 
 Hannah Bantry, in the pantry, 
 
 Eating a mutton bone. 
 How she gnawed it, how she clawed it, 
 
 When she found she was alone ! 
 
 The Quaker's wife got up to bake, 
 Her children all about her; 
 
 She gave them every one a cake ; 
 And the miller wants his moulter. 
 
 56 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was a fat man of Bombay, 
 Who was smoking one sunshiny day, 
 
 When a bird, called a snipe, 
 
 Flew away with his pipe, 
 Which vexed the fat man of Bombay. 
 
 There was an old woman in Surrey, 
 Who was morn, noon, and night in a hurry ; 
 Called her husband a fool, 
 Drove the children to school, 
 The hurrying old woman of Surrey. 
 
 57 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, with a white foot, 
 When is your wadding ? for I'll come to't ; 
 The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake; 
 Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, don't be too late! 
 
 Little Johnny Pringle had a little pig ; 
 
 It was not very little, nor was it very big ; 
 
 As it was playing beneath the shed, 
 
 In half a minute poor Piggie was dead ! 
 
 So Johnny Pringle sat down and cried, 
 And Betty Pringle she laid down and died ! 
 This is the history of one, two, and three, — 
 Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggie Wiggie. 
 
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A carrion crow sat on an oak, 
 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do, 
 
 Watching a tailor shaping his cloak ; 
 Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do. 
 
 Wife, wife, bring me my bow, 
 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do, 
 
 That I may shoot yon carrion crow ; 
 Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do. 
 
 59 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 The tailor he shot, and missed his mark, 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do ; 
 
 And shot his own pig right through the heart, 
 Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do. 
 
 Wife, wife, bring brandy in a spoon ! 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do, 
 
 For our old pig is in a swoon ! 
 Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, 
 Fol-de-riddle, lol-de-riddle, hi-ding-do. 
 
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Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy, 
 Loves plum cake and sugar candy ; 
 He bought some at a candy shop, 
 And out he came, hop, hop, hop. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Robin Hood, Robin Hood, 
 Is in the mickle wood ! 
 Little John, Little John, 
 He to the town is gone! 
 Robin Hood, Robin Hood, 
 
 Is telling his beads, 
 All in the green wood, 
 
 Among the green weeds. 
 Little John, Little John, 
 
 If he comes no more, 
 Robin Hood, Robin Hood, 
 
 He will fret full sore ! 
 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe, 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe, 
 
 They made him a coat 
 
 Of an old nanny goat. 
 I wonder how they could do so ? 
 
 With a ring-a-ting-tang, 
 
 And a ring-a-ting~tang. 
 Poor old Robinson Crusoe ! 
 
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One misty, inoisty morning, 
 When cloudy was the weather, 
 
 I chanced to meet an old man 
 Clothed all in leather; 
 
 He began to compliment, 
 And I began to grin, — 
 "How do you do?" and "How do you do?" 
 
 And " How do you do again ? " 
 
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 I doubt, I doubt, my fire is out ; 
 
 My little wife isn't at home ; 
 I'll saddle my dog, and I'll bridle my cat, 
 
 And I'll go fetch my little wife home. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was an old woman lived under the hill, 
 And if she's not gone she lives there still ; 
 Baked apples she sold and cranberry pies, 
 And she's the old woman who never told lies. 
 
 Over the water and over the sea, 
 And over the water to Willie, 
 
 I'll have none of your nasty beef, 
 Nor I'll have none of your barley ; 
 
 But I'll have some of your best flour, 
 To make a white cake for Willie. 
 
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Ding dong bell, 
 
 Pussy 's in the well ! 
 
 Who put her in ? 
 
 Little Johnny Green. 
 
 Who pulled her out ? 
 
 Big Johnny Stout. 
 What a naughty boy was that 
 To drown poor pussy cat, 
 Who never did him any harm, 
 But killed the mice in his father's barn ! 
 
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 Two gray kits, and the gray kits' mother, 
 All went over the bridge together ; 
 The bridge broke down : they all fell in. 
 " May the rats go with you," says Tom Bolin. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Bless you, bless you, burnie bee ; 
 Say, when will your w T edding be? 
 If it be to-morrow day, 
 Take your wings and fly away. 
 
 There was an old man had three sons, 
 
 Jeffery, James, and Jack. 
 Jeffery was hanged, and James was drowned, 
 And Jack was lost, so he could not be found. 
 And the old man fell into a swoon, 
 
 For want of a cup of sack. 
 
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" To bed, to bed ! " says Sleepy-head ; 
 " Let's stay awhile/' says Slow ; 
 " Put on the pot," says Greedy-gut, 
 " We'll sup before we go." 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Little King Boggen, he built a fine hall, 
 Pie-crust and pastry -crust, that was the wall ; 
 The windows were made of black puddings and white, 
 And slated with pancakes, — you ne'er saw the like! 
 
 Little Dickey Dilver 
 
 Had a wife of silver ; 
 He took a stick and broke her back, 
 And threw her into the river ! 
 
MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Millery, inillery, dustipoll, 
 How many sacks have you stole ? 
 Four-and-twenty and a peck : 
 Hang the miller up by his neck ! 
 
 Robin and Richard were two pretty men, 
 They lay in bed till the clock struck ten ; 
 Then up starts Robin, and looks at the sky; 
 ho, brother Richard, the sun's very high ! 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Leg over leg, 
 As the clog went to Dover ; 
 
 When he came to a stile, 
 Jump he went over ! 
 
 Hub-a-dub dub, 
 
 Three men in a tub ; 
 And who do you think they be ? 
 
 The butcher, the baker, 
 
 The candlestick maker : 
 They all jumped out of a rotten potato. 
 
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I had a little pony, 
 
 His name was Dapple-gray; 
 I lent him to a lady, 
 
 To ride a mile away. 
 
 She whipped him, she slashed him, 
 She rode him through the mire ; 
 
 I would not lend my pony now 
 For all the lady's hire. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 A cat came fiddling out of a barn, 
 With a pair of bagpipes under her arm ; 
 She could sing nothing but fiddle-de-dee, 
 The mouse has married the bumble-bee ; 
 Pipe, cat, — dance, mouse, — 
 We'll have a wedding at our good house. 
 
 Lazy Tom, with jacket blue, 
 Stole his father's gouty shoe. 
 The worst of harm that dad can wish him, 
 Is that his gouty shoe may fit him. 
 
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Little Miss Muffett 
 
 She sat on a buffet, 
 Eating of curds and whey; 
 
 There came a black spider, 
 
 And sat down beside her, 
 Which frightened Miss Muffett away. 
 
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! MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was a jolly miller 
 Lived on the River Dee; 
 
 He looked upon his pillow, 
 And there he saw a flea. 
 ho, Mister Flea ! 
 
 You have been biting me, 
 And you must die ! 
 
 So he cracked his bones 
 Upon the stones, 
 
 And there he let him lie. 
 
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 Hickery, dickory, dock, 
 The mouse ran up the clock ; 
 The clock struck one, 
 The mouse ran down ; 
 Hickery, dickory, dock. 
 
 Old Sir Simon the king; 
 
 And young Sir Simon the squire ; 
 And old Mistress Hickabout 
 Kicked Mistress Kickabout 
 
 Round about our coal tire. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Nellie, my sister, and I fell out. 
 
 And what do you think it was about? 
 
 She loved coffee and I loved tea. 
 
 And that was the reason we couldn't agree. 
 
 I'll sing you a song, 
 Though not very long, 
 
 Yet I think it's as pretty as any ; 
 Put your hand in your purse, 
 You'll never be worse, 
 
 And give the poor singer a penny. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Deedle, deedle dumpling, my son John, 
 He went to bed with his stockings on ; 
 One stocking off, and one stocking on, 
 Deedle, deedle dumpling, my son John. 
 
 Ride, baby, ride! 
 
 Pretty baby shall ride, 
 And have a little puppy-dog tied to her side, 
 And little pussy-cat tied to the other, 
 And away she shall ride to see her grandmother 
 
 To see her grandmother, 
 
 To see her grandmother. 
 
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" Little lad, little lad, 
 
 Where were you born ? " 
 " Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn 
 
 Where they sup buttermilk 
 
 With a ram's horn ; 
 
 And a pumpkin scooped 
 
 With a yellow rim, 
 Is the bonny bowl they breakfast in." 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was a little boy and a little girl, 
 Who lived in Beacon Street ; 
 
 Says the little boy to the little girl, 
 " Your name is Betsey Fleet.'' 
 
 Says the little girl to the little boy, 
 " What do you have to eat ? " 
 
 Says the little boy to the little girl, 
 '' Nothing but pigs' feet." 
 
 Smiling girls, rosy boys, 
 Come and buy our little toys. 
 Monkeys made of gingerbread, 
 And sugar horses painted red. 
 
I had a little dog, and they called him Buff; 
 I sent him to the shop for a cent's worth of snuff; 
 But he lost the bag, and spilled the snuff, 
 So take that cuff, and that's enough. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 The 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. 
 
 Old Mistress McShuttle 
 
 1 jived in a coal-scuttle, 
 Along with her clog and her cat. 
 
 What they ate, I can't tell; 
 
 But 'tis known very well 
 That none of the party were fat. 
 
 One, two, buckle my shoe; 
 Three, four, shut the door; 
 Five, six, pick up sticks; 
 Seven, eight, lay them straight; 
 Nine, ten, a good fat hen ; 
 Eleven, twelve, who will delve ? 
 Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting; 
 Fifteen, sixteen, maids a-kissing; 
 Seventeen, eighteen, maids a-waiting; 
 Nineteen, twenty, my stomach's empty. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 " Little girl, little girl, where have you been ? " 
 " Gathering roses to give to the queen." 
 
 "Little girl, little girl, what did she give you ? '' 
 " She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe ? " 
 
 Little Jack Jingle, 
 
 He used to live single ; 
 But when he got tired of this kind of life, 
 He left off being single, and lived with his wife. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Kitty, the spinner, will sit down to dinner, 
 
 And eat the leg of a frog. 
 All good people look over the steeple, 
 
 And see the cat play with the dog. 
 
 Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, 
 Had a wife, and couldn't keep her; 
 He put her in a pumpkin-shell, 
 And there he kept her very well. 
 
 Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, 
 Had another, and didn't love her; 
 Peter learned to read and spell, 
 And then he loved her very well. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Charley loves good cake and ale, 
 Charley loves good candy ; 
 
 Charley loves to kiss the girls, 
 When they are clean and handy. 
 
 As Tommy Snooks and Betsey Brooks 
 Were walking out one Sunday, 
 
 Says Tommy Snooks to Betsey Brooks, 
 " To-morrow will be Monday." 
 
Who comes here ? 
 
 A grenadier. 
 What do you want ? 
 
 A pot of beer. 
 Where's your money? 
 
 I've forgot. 
 Get you gone, 
 
 You drunken sot! 
 
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 The man in the moon drinks claret, 
 
 But he is a dull Jack-a-dandy. 
 Would he know a sheep's head from a carrot, 
 
 He should learn to drink cider and brandy. 
 
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Robert Barnes, fellow fine, 
 
 Can you shoe this horse of mine ? 
 
 Yes, good sir, that I can, 
 
 As well as any other man ; 
 
 Here a nail, there a prod, 
 
 And now, good sir, your horse is shod. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 High, ding, straps of leather, 
 Two little puppy-dogs tied together ; 
 One by the head and one by the tail : 
 And over the water these puppy-dogs sail. 
 
 Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee 
 
 Resolved to have a battle ; 
 For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee 
 
 Had spoiled his nice new rattle. 
 Just then flew by a monstrous crow, 
 
 As big as a tar barrel, 
 Which frightened both the heroes so, 
 
 They quite forgot their quarrel. 
 
 Pease porridge hot, 
 
 Pease porridge cold ; 
 Pease porridge in the pot, 
 
 Nine days old. 
 Some like it hot, 
 
 Some like it cold, 
 Some like it in the pot, 
 
 Nine days old. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Bobby Shafto's gone to sea, 
 With silver buckles on his knee ; 
 When he comes back he'll marry me ; 
 Pretty Bobby Shafto. 
 
 Bobby Shafto's fat and fair, 
 Combing down his yellow hair; 
 He's my love forever more, — 
 Pretty Bobby Shafto. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 What are little boys made of — made of ? 
 
 What are little boys made of? 
 
 Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails; 
 And that's what little boys are made of — made of. 
 
 What are little girls made of — made of? 
 
 Sugar and spice, and all that's nice ; 
 And that's what little girls are made of — made of. 
 
 William and Mary, George and Ann, 
 Four such children had never a man ; 
 They put their father to flight and shame, 
 And called their brother a shocking bad name. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was an old woman of Leeds, 
 Who spent all her time in good deeds ; 
 She worked for the poor, 
 Till her fingers were sore, 
 This pious old lady of Leeds. 
 
 Doctor Foster went to Gloucester, 
 
 In a shower of rain ; 
 He stepped into a puddle up to his middle. 
 
 And never went there again. 
 
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* MO THER G OSE MEL ODIES. 
 
 A little old man and I fell out ; 
 How shall we bring this matter about ? 
 Bring it about as well as you can. 
 Get you gone, you little old man ! 
 
 Kock-a-bye baby, thy cradle is green ; 
 
 Father's a nobleman, mother's a queen ; 
 And Betty's a lady, and wears a gold ring; 
 And Johnny's a drummer, and drums for the king 
 
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Hey diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, 
 The cow jumped over the moon ; 
 
 The little dog laughed to see such sport, 
 And the dish ran after the spoon. 
 
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MOTHER (POO SB MELODIES. 
 
 Elsie Marley is grown so fine, 
 She won't get up to serve the swine, 
 But lies in bed till eight or nine, 
 And surely she does take her time. 
 
 My maid Mary she minds her dairy, 
 
 While I go hoeing and mowing each morn ; 
 
 Merrily run the reel, and the little spinning-wheel, 
 Whilst I am singing, and mowing my corn. 
 
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 0, dear ! what can the matter be ? 
 
 Two old women got up in an apple tree ; 
 
 One came down, 
 And the other staid till Saturday. 
 
 What is the news of the day, 
 
 Good neighbor, I pray? 
 
 They say the balloon 
 Has gone up to the moon. 
 
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Baa ! baa ! black sheep, 
 
 Have you any wool ? 
 Yes, marry, have I, 
 
 Three bags full : 
 One for my master, 
 
 And one for my dame, 
 But none for the little boy 
 
 Who cries in the lane. 
 
 Tom Brown's two little Indian boys. 
 
 One ran away ; 
 
 The other wouldn't stay. 
 Tom Brown's two little Indian boys. 
 
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There was a man in our town, 
 
 And he was wondrous wise ; 
 He jumped into a bramble-bush, 
 
 And scratched out both his eyes ; 
 And when he saw his eyes were out, 
 
 With all his might and main, 
 He jumped into another bush, 
 
 And scratched them in again. 
 
 When I was a little boy I washed my mammy's 
 
 dishes, 
 And now I am a great boy I roll in golden riches. 
 
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Goosey, goosey, gander, 
 Where shall I wander ? 
 Up stairs, down stairs, 
 And in my lady's chamber; 
 There I met an old man, 
 That would not say his prayers ; 
 I took him by the left leg, 
 And threw him down stairs ! 
 
 Eggs, butter, bread, 
 Stick, stock, stone dead ! 
 Stick him up, stick him down, 
 Stick him in the old man's crown 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Shoe the horse and shoe the mare, 
 But let the little colt go bare. 
 
 Bobbin the Bobbin, the big-bellied Ben, 
 He eat more meat than fourscore men ; 
 He eat a cow, he eat a calf, 
 He eat a butcher and a half ; 
 He eat a church, he eat the steeple, 
 He eat the priest, and all the people ; 
 And yet he complained his belly was not full 
 
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^k% 
 
 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 sent them 
 to bed. 
 
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There was an old woman tossed up in a basket, 
 Seventy times as high as the moon ; 
 
 Where she was going, I couldn't but ask it, 
 For in her hand she carried a broom. 
 
 " Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I, 
 " whither, whither, whither so high ? " 
 
 "To brush the cobwebs off the sky ! 
 And I will be back again by and by." 
 
 The little girl in the lane, that couldn't speak plain, 
 Cried, " Gobble, gobble, gobble ; " 
 
 The man on the hill, that couldn't stand still, 
 Went hobble, hobble, hobble. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 As I went over the water, 
 
 The water went over me. 
 I saw two little blackbirds 
 
 Sitting on a tree. 
 The one called me a rascal, 
 
 The other called me a thief; 
 I took up my little black stick, 
 
 And knocked out all their teeth. 
 
 Sing, sing ! What shall I sing ? 
 The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string. 
 Do, do ! What shall I do ? 
 The cat has bit it quite in two. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 There was a piper had a cow, 
 And he'd no hay to give her ; 
 
 He took his pipe and played a time, 
 " Consider, cow, consider." 
 
 The cow considered very well, 
 For she gave the piper a penny, 
 
 That he might play the tune again, 
 Of " Corn rigs are bonnie." 
 
 As I went to Bonner, 
 I met a pig, 
 Without a wig, 
 
 Upon my word and honor. 
 
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A-milking, a-milking, my maid : 
 Cow, take care of your heels, she said ; 
 And you shall have some nice new hay, 
 If you'll quietly let me milk away. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Little Robin Redbreast 
 
 Sat upon a rail ; 
 Niddle noddle went his head ; 
 
 Niggle naggle went his tail. 
 
 As I was going o'er yon moor of moss, 
 
 I met a man on a gray horse ; 
 
 He whipped and he waled. 
 
 I asked him what he ail'd ? 
 
 He said he was going to his father's funeral, 
 
 Who d?/ed seven years before he was born ! 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Milkman, milkman, where have you been ? 
 In Buttermilk Channel, up to my chin. 
 I spilt my milk, and I spoilt my clothes, 
 And got a long icicle hung to my nose. 
 
 Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, 
 Taffy came to my house and stole a piece of beef ; 
 I went to Taffy's house, Taffy wan't at home ; 
 Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow bone. 
 I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was in bed ; 
 I took the marrow bone, and beat about his head. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Tommy Trot, a man of law, 
 Sold his bed and lay upon straw ; 
 Sold the straw and slept on grass, 
 To buy his wife a looking-glass. 
 
 Up in the green orchard there is a green tree, 
 The finest of pippins that ever you see ; 
 
 The apples are ripe and ready to fall, 
 
 And Willie and Arthur shall gather them all. 
 
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Some little mice sat in a barn to spin ; 
 Pussy came by, and popped her head in : 
 "Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?" 
 "0, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off! " 
 
 105 
 
Pussy sits beside the tire. How can she be fair? 
 In walks a little doggy: "Pussy, are you there? 
 
 So, so, dear Mistress Pussy, 
 
 Pray tell me how you do? " 
 
 "Thank you, thank you, little dog, 
 
 I'm very well just now." 
 
 A pretty little girl, in a round-eared cap, 
 I met in the streets t'other day. 
 She gave me such a thump 
 That my heart it went bump, — 
 I thought I should have fainted away, 
 I thought I should have fainted away. 
 
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To market, to market, to buy a fat pig ; 
 Home again, home again, jiggety jig. 
 To market, to market to buy a fat hog ; 
 Home again, home again, jiggety jog. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Ho ! Master Teague, what is your story ? 
 I went to the wood, and killed a Tory ; 
 I went to the wood, and killed another : 
 Was it the same, or was it his brother ? 
 I hunted him in, and I hunted him out, 
 Three times through the bog, about and about ; 
 When out of a bush I saw his head, 
 So I fired my gun, and I shot him dead. 
 
 Little Dick he was so quick, 
 He tumbled over a timber stick. 
 He bent his bow to shoot a crow, 
 But shot poor puss in the window. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Jack in the pulpit, out and in, 
 Sold his wife for a minikin pin. 
 
 There was an old woman sat spinning, 
 And that's the first beginning. 
 
 She had a calf, 
 
 And that's half; 
 She took it by the tail, 
 And threw it over the wall, 
 
 And that's all. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Three children sliding on the ice 
 
 Upon a summer's day. 
 As it fell out, they all fell in ; 
 
 The rest they ran away. 
 Now, had these children been at home, 
 
 Or sliding on dry ground, 
 Ten thousand pounds to one penny, 
 
 They had not all been drowned. 
 
 Four and twenty tailors went to kill a snail ; 
 The best man among them durst not touch her tail; 
 She put out her horns like a little Kyloe cow. 
 Run, tailors, run, or she'll kill you all e'en now ! 
 
 no 
 
There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked 
 
 mile, 
 He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile ; 
 He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked 
 
 mouse, 
 And they all lived together in a little crooked house. 
 
 3r#-^<M 
 
 We're all in the dumps, 
 
 For diamonds are trumps ; 
 The kittens are gone to St. Paul's ! 
 
 The babies are bit, 
 
 The moon's in a fit, 
 And the houses are built without walls. 
 
 in 
 
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall, 
 Humpty Dumpty had a great fall; 
 Threescore men, and threescore more, 
 Can't place Humpty Dumpty as he was before. 
 
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 Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, 
 Up went a Pussy-cat, and down went he ; 
 Down came the Pussy-cat, away Robin ran : 
 Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can." 
 Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon the wall, 
 Pussy-cat jumped after him, and got a nice fall ; 
 Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy 
 
 sav? 
 Pussy-cat said, " Mew, mew," and Robin flew away. 
 
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Little Polly Flinders 
 
 Sat among the cinders, 
 Warming her pretty little toes! 
 
 Her mother came and caught her, 
 
 And whipped her little daughter, 
 For spoiling her nice new clothes. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Away, birds, away ; 
 
 Take a little, leave a little, 
 
 And do not come again ; 
 
 For if you do, 
 I will shoot you through ! 
 That will be the end of you. 
 
 Little Tommy Tittlemouse 
 Lived in a little house ; 
 He caught fishes 
 In other men's ditches. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Birds of a feather flock together, 
 And so will pigs and swine ; 
 
 Eats and mice will have their choice, 
 And so will I have mine. 
 
 See, see ! What shall we see ? 
 Little Jackey shall have a new master ; 
 Little Jackey shall have but a penny a day, 
 Because he can't work any faster. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 A duck and a drake, 
 
 A nice barley cake, 
 With a penny to pay the old baker ; 
 
 A hop and a scotch 
 
 Is another notch ; 
 Slitherum, slatherum, take her. 
 
 Punch and Judy fought for a pie, 
 Punch gave Judy a sad blow on the eye. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Awake, arise, pull out your eyes, 
 
 And hear what time of day ; 
 And when you have done, pull out your tongue, 
 
 And see what you can say. 
 
 Doodle, doodle, doo, 
 
 The princess has lost her shoe ! 
 
 Her highness hopped. 
 
 The fiddler stopped, 
 Not knowing what to do. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 *. Pit-pat, well-a-day ! 
 Little Robin flew away. 
 Where can little Robin be? 
 Gone into the cherry tree. 
 
 Doctor Faustus was a good man, 
 
 He whipped his scholars now and then. 
 
 When he whipped them, he made them dance 
 
 Out of Scotland into France, 
 
 Out of France into Spain ; 
 
 And then he whipped them back again ! 
 
 Ding, dong, d arrow, 
 The cat and the sparrow. 
 The little dog has burned his tail, 
 And he shall be hanged to-morrow. 
 
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As I was going up the hill, 
 
 I met with Jack the piper, 
 And all the tune that he could play, 
 
 Was, " Tie up your petticoats tighter." 
 
 I tied them once, I tied them twice, 
 I tied them three times over ; 
 
 And all the song that he could sing 
 Was, " Carry me safe to Dover." 
 
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Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, 
 To see an old lady upon a white horse ; 
 Rings on her ringers, and bells on her toes, 
 She will make music wherever she goes. 
 
 — NS=^£S*#«©SM — 
 
 Little Tommy Grace 
 Had a pain in his face, 
 So bad that he could not learn a letter, 
 When in came Dickey Long, 
 Singing such a funny song. 
 Tommy laughed, and found his face much better. 
 
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Bonny lass ! bonny lass ! will you be mine ? 
 You shall neither wash dishes nor serve the wine, 
 But sit on a cushion, and sew up a seam ; 
 And you shall have strawberries, sugar, and cream. 
 
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There was a mad man, 
 
 And he had a mad wife, 
 
 And they lived in a mad lane J 
 
 They had three children all at a birth, 
 
 And they too were mad every one! 
 
 The father was mad, 
 
 The mother was mad, 
 The children all mad beside ! 
 And upon a mad horse they all of them got. 
 And madly away did ride ! 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 The King of France went up the hill 
 
 With twenty thousand men ; 
 The King of France came down the hill, 
 
 And ne'er went up again. 
 
 Mary, Mary, quite contrary, 
 How does your garden grow? 
 
 Silver bells, and cockle shells, 
 And pretty maids all in a row. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Bye, baby bunting, 
 Daddy's gone a hunting, 
 To get a little rabbit's skin 
 To wrap the baby bunting in 
 
 Once in my life I married a wife, 
 
 And where do you think I found her ? 
 On Gretna Green, in a velvet sheen, 
 
 And I took up a stick to pound her. 
 She jumped over a barberry-bush, 
 
 And I jumped over a timber ; 
 I showed her a gay gold ring, 
 
 And she showed me her finger! 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 0, the little rusty, dusty, rusty miller! 
 
 I'll not change my wife for either gold or siller. 
 
 Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, where have you been? 
 Iv'e been to London to see the Queen. 
 Pussy-cat, Pussy-cat, what did you there ? 
 I frightened a little mouse under the chair. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 Little Betty Blue 
 
 Lost her Sunday shoe. 
 What can little Betty do? 
 
 Give her another, 
 
 To match the other, 
 And then she may walk in two ! 
 
 Pussy cat eat the dumplings, the dumplings ; 
 Pussy cat eat the dumplings. 
 
 Mamma stood by, 
 
 And cried, Oh, fie ! 
 Why did you eat the dumplings? 
 
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 young. This can be made quite effective for an even- 
 entertainment, particularly where there are parlors with 
 folding doors, by erecting a platform in the back parlor, and 
 fastening a curtain to standards at the back of the platform, 
 thus affording a dressing-room behind the scenes for the actors. 
 Several small evergreen trees, inserted into blocks of wood 
 covered with green cambric, and placed irregularly in the back- 
 ground, give a pleasant rural appearance to it, and can be 
 retained through all the scenes. 
 
 The person who represents Mother Goose should be able to 
 sing, and should have a piano accompaniment, the piano and 
 player being placed somewhere out of sight of the audience. 
 The old lady wears a short red skirt, with high-colored, large- 
 figured overdress, looped up all around, a long-pointed bodice, 
 short flowing sleeves, striped stockings, low pointed slippers 
 with high heels, a white cap with broad frill, over this a black 
 hat running to a point about a foot high, with a large buckle in 
 front, a small round black cape over one shoulder. She carries 
 a cane and wears glasses. 
 
 Everything being ready, a little bell rings behind the scenes, 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 and as the doors unfold, or curtain rises, Mother Goose is seen 
 hobbling in, repeating, — 
 
 " Ring the bell and raise the curtain ; 
 I'm Mother Goose, and that is certain." 
 
 She then advances to the front and repeats her prologue : — 
 
 You'd scarce expect one of my age 
 To speak in public on the stage ; 
 But I'm the children's laureate poet, 
 And hope my years will ne'er outgrow it. 
 I trust, dear friends, you remember me, 
 The jolly friend of your infancy, 
 I've rocked your cradle times without number ; 
 My "Lullaby, Baby," soothed you to slumber; 
 " Patty cake, patty cake," taught you to frolic, 
 And " High-diddle-diddle " charmed away colic, 
 I've held you all in my wide-spread arms, 
 And cheered you by the many charms 
 Of song and story, which I've related, 
 And time has never antiquated. 
 The little pet with unsoiled feet 
 All rose and dimpled, soft and sweet, 
 The wasted child of want and woe, 
 All loved my music long ago ; 
 And just as fresh and new to-day 
 Is " Little Boy Blue " asleep in the hay ; 
 Or "Jacky Horner," or "Tommy Tucker,'-' 
 Like any boy who wants his supper. 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 And generations yet unborn 
 
 Will greet me in their early morn ; 
 
 I'll sing to them the self-same lays 
 
 I sang to you in earlier days. 
 
 And now, before I mount my gander, 
 
 Through many distant lands to wander, 
 
 I place my subjects on the stage, 
 
 Which Uncle Willis makes the rage, 
 
 And show to you in pantomime 
 
 Those scenes which please in every clime. 
 
 Such proofs they are t'will be no use 
 
 To pretend not to recognize me — Mother Goose. 
 
 The doors immediately close, and preparations are made as 
 quick as possible for the first tableau, which may be Mistress 
 Mary. Upon the shrubbery at the back of the platform can be 
 fastened quickly, by wires, paper roses and little bells. Ranged 
 in front of the shrubbery .stand, in graceful postures, six or 
 eight young girls, in short white dresses, with different colored 
 trimmings — one with a scarlet bodice and sash, another with 
 green, then blue, purple, yellow, and pink, each with high-heeled 
 slippers, trimmed with large paper rosettes the color of the dress 
 trimmings. In front of these, stands another young girl dressed 
 in white, with scarlet or green over-skirt, a little straw hat 
 trimmed with roses, upon one side of her head. Shells of all de- 
 scriptions are placed in sight upon the platform. As the doors 
 open, Mother Goose is seen standing at the right of the figures, 
 singing the words "Mistress Mary," &c. At the third line 
 little bells are heard tinkling in the distance, and all the young 
 
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 girls nod their heads. As the singing ceases, the doors imme- 
 diately close. 
 
 The roses ; bells, and shells having been hastily taken away, 
 we will prepare for " Ding-dong-bell," by placing in the centre 
 of the stage a small well, made in this simple manner. Take 
 the small end off from a high dry goods box, set it on the other 
 end, then make a frame of two upright pieces of wood fastened 
 to opposite sides of the box and joined by a cross-piece at the 
 top, around which coil a rope attached to a bucket in the box or 
 well. Three or four small children, with sorrowful faces, should 
 stand around this well, one conspicuous as Little Johnny Green, 
 peering over the side. At a little distance a large boy (artifi- 
 cially large) is seen fishing with a rod from the side of the stage. 
 As Ding-dong-bell is sung, three heavy strokes of a bell should 
 be heard in the distance. At " who took her out ? " the large boy 
 drops his rod, hastens to the well, takes hold of the rope, and draws 
 up the bucket, in which appears a stuiFed cat, at sight of which 
 the children's faces light up, they laugh and clap their hands 
 over their recovered favorite, and the curtain closes amid the 
 general glee. 
 
 " FOUR-AND-TWENTY BLACKBIRDS BAKED IN A PlE." 
 
 This play is in two scenes. The pie can be made by taking 
 a large earthen dish, and covering it with tough pastry, and 
 baking it. Common stuffed blackbirds, or the semblance of them, 
 cut out of black cloth and wired, are then fastened to the top of 
 the pastry with hair pins, the largest birds in the centre. A 
 cover of any kind is placed over this, and it is put upon a amall 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 table in the centre of the stage, at which are seated the king and 
 queen — the former in some military costume, with sword, wig, 
 and crown ; the queen in a rich-colored dress trimmed with 
 ermine, and ermine mantle — this can be simply and easily made 
 by painting black spots upon cotton flannel to look like ermine, 
 — a broad frill around her neck, a necklace of pearl beads, also 
 a small crown made of gilt paper. A servant stands behind each 
 chair, and at the proper time, " when the pie is opened," one of 
 them raises the cover, the birds instantly begin to sing by means 
 of quill whistles blown in water behind the scenes. The king 
 and queen start up in surprise, and at the end of that verse the 
 curtain drops. 
 
 As quick as possible it rises again for the next scene, where 
 the king is seen " counting out his money " at the table ; " the 
 queen," in a common wooden chair, her feet upon a cricket at 
 one corner of the stage, " is eating bread and honey " from a 
 saucer in her hand ; and back among the shrubbery is a girl 
 dressed like a washerwoman hanging a line from tree to tree, 
 shaking out clothes and hanging them upon the line. Just as 
 the old lady sings the word " Nose," the curtain drops. 
 
 " Bonny Lass, Bonny Lass." 
 
 This is very simple. A young lady is seen seated in a chair 
 sewing up a seam, while a young gentleman kneels at her feet 
 or bends over her in a very beseeching manner. At the begin- 
 ning of the last line, a servnrt enters upon the stage and offers 
 the lady strawberries, sugar, and cream, which he has upon a 
 tray. She looks assent as the scene ends. 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 " Old Man in Leather." 
 This must be as comical as the actors can make it. The old 
 man must be clothed in common skins, such as he can get at a 
 shoemaker's. These skins, without being cut, are tied around his 
 body and limbs. He wears an old hat, carries a cane, and is 
 very feeble. The old woman appears in the oldest old woman's 
 costume she can procure. As the music proceeds they advance 
 slowly towards each other from opposite sides of the stage, look- 
 ing very much pleased, and shake hands until the song is 
 through. 
 
 " Little Bo-peep." 
 
 Throw a piece of green cloth over a pile of cushions, to form 
 a little elevation upon the stage, and strew pieces of evergreen 
 all around. Little Bo-peep ■ — a little girl dressed in short blue 
 skirt and white waist, long light hair and hat trimmed with roses 
 — reclines partly on this elevation, sleeping ; her crook by her 
 side, her sheep feeding in the distance. The appearance of 
 sheep can be easily produced by drawing a piece of white cloth, 
 about a yard square, over a wooden frame. Upon this, sketch in 
 charcoal a flock of sheep, and set the frame in among the shrub- 
 bery, so that the frame cannot be seen, only the white of the 
 sheep. At the proper time in the song, Bo-peep rises, rubs her 
 eyes, then shades them from the light with her hand. As soon 
 as she discovers them and goes towards them, the doors close. 
 
 " Simple Simon." 
 This play is very good as the closing one, because it brings in 
 all the figures. A country fair is represented, at which is seen, 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 on one side of the stage, an old woman telling the fortune of a 
 young girl, and very near them an organ-grinder with a little 
 girl and tambourine. If a tambourine cannot be procured, some- 
 thing to have the same effect can be easily improvised. The 
 organ can be made of a box with green cloth cover and handle. 
 They simply go through the motions of performers, without any 
 sound. On the other side of the stage, boys dressed something 
 like Zouaves, with Turkish trousers, and caps with long tassels, 
 act the part of jugglers ; some seated on the ground balancing 
 poles, others standing and tossing up balls. In the midst of these 
 groups is the Pie-man, with long white apron, and a tray of pies 
 hung round his neck. These pies can be made of stiff brown 
 paper. Simple Simon must look and appear as much like an idiot 
 as possible. And as " Indeed, I have not any," is sung, he snatches 
 a pie and runs ; the pie-man attempts to catch him, causing gen- 
 eral confusion ; and the scene ends. 
 
 Great attention should be paid to lighting up these scenes 
 properly. Foot-lights are necessary. 
 
 There are many other ways of delineating Mother Goose's 
 Melodies in an attractive manner. The old dame calls up the 
 characters which she has entertained us with so long in song 
 and story, and they appear before her. 
 
 Erect a stage as for tableaux. On one side, towards the front 
 of it, place a small hay- stack. In the centre of the stage must 
 be a large, old-fashioned chair for Mother Goose. She should be 
 dressed much like the picture on the cover of this book, with an 
 open book in her lap, and a cane. In obedience to a tap upon 
 
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MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES. 
 
 the floor with her cane, Jacky Horner appears upon the stage, 
 his pie in his hand. He repeats the story of Jacky Horner in a 
 pompous manner, takes the plum from his pie, and then retires 
 to the back or side of the stage, and remains motionless until the 
 close of the performance. Another tap of the cane brings up 
 Jack Sprat and his wife, with an empty dish between them. 
 They relate their history, and pass also to the back of the stage. 
 Another call brings up Little Boy Blue from behind the hay- 
 stack ; he comes blowing his horn, and telling his tale, and passes 
 on like the others. Then comes Old King Cole with his fiddlers 
 three, the king in crown and suitable costume. These figures all 
 come with their fiddles, and either sing — which is desirable — 
 or repeat, in a sing-song manner, their song of Old King Cole, 
 going through the motions of performing on their instruments. 
 If they can sing, all the figures on the stage can join with them. 
 Consequently this should come in near the last of the perform- 
 ance. The Old Woman of Babylon comes with her children, 
 dressed in quaint, ragged costume. The Bonny Lass and her 
 Lover, and so on, according to the patience of the delineator. 
 These characters, after performing their parts, as they retire to 
 the back or side of the stage, must so arrange themselves at the 
 time as to form a fine tableau at the close. Then all sing to- 
 gether, " Should auld acquaintance," &c, which closes the affair. 
 A Mother Goose party is very amusing, where each person 
 selects a character from the book to personate, and carries out 
 the spirit of it as much as possible — Little Miss Muffit, timid and 
 frightened at everything, and so on. These hints can be greatly 
 enlarged and improved upon, according to the taste of thp 
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