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Little baby, if I threw
This fair blossom down to you
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The finest, biggest fish, you see,
Will be the trout that's caught by me
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Prince Finikin and his mamma
Sat sipping their bohea
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Heigh ho!—time creeps but slow:
I've looked up the hill so long
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My house is red—a little house,
A happy child am I
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Three little girls were sitting on a rail,
Sitting on a rail, sitting on a rail
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Ring the bells—ring!
Hip, hurrah for the King!
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Under the window is my garden,
Where sweet, sweet flowers grow;
And in the pear-tree dwells a robin,
The dearest bird I know.
Tho' I peep out betimes in the morning,
Still the flowers are up the first;
Then I try and talk to the robin,
And perhaps he'd chat—if he durst.
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Will you be my little wife,
If I ask you? Do!
I'll buy you such a Sunday frock,
A nice umbrella, too.
And you shall have a little hat,
With such a long white feather,
A pair of gloves, and sandal shoes,
The softest kind of leather.
And you shall have a tiny house,
A beehive full of bees,
A little cow, a largish cat,
And green sage cheese.
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You see, merry Phillis, that dear little maid,
Has invited Belinda to tea;
Her nice little garden is shaded by trees—
What pleasanter place could there be?
There's a cake full of plums, there are strawberries too,
And the table is set on the green;
I'm fond of a carpet all daisies and grass—
Could a prettier picture be seen?
A blackbird (yes, blackbirds delight in warm weather,)
Is flitting from yonder high spray;
He sees the two little ones talking together—
No wonder the blackbird is gay!
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Three tabbies took out their cats to tea,
As well-behaved tabbies as well could be:
Each sat in the chair that each preferred,
They mewed for their milk, and they sipped and purred.
Now tell me this (as these cats you've seen them)—
How many lives had these cats between them?
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