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قراءة كتاب The Baby's Bouquet: A Fresh Bunch of Rhymes and Tunes
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 5
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| If all the world were paper, And all the sea were ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we do for drink? 2 If all the world were sand—O! Oh, then what should we lack—O! If, as they say, there were no clay, How should we take tobacco? 3 If all our vessels ran-a, If none but had a crack, If Spanish apes ate all the grapes, How should we do for sack? |
Ye FAIRY SHIP
| A ship, a ship a-sailing, A-sailing on the sea, And it was deeply laden With pretty things for me; There were raisins in the cabin, And almonds in the hold; The sails were made of satin, And the mast it was of gold. 2 The four-and-twenty sailors That stood between the decks, Were four-and-twenty white mice With rings about their necks. The captain was a duck, a duck, With a jacket on his back, And when this fairy ship set sail, The captain he said, “Quack!” |
THE LITTLE COCK-SPARROW
| A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily. He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, He chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, he chirrupped, A little cock-sparrow sat on a high tree, And he chirrupped, he chirrupped so merrily. 2A naughty little boy with a bow and arrow, Determined to shoot this little cock-sparrow; 3For this little cock-sparrow would make a nice stew, And his giblets would make a nice little pie too. 4“Oh, no,” says cock-sparrow, “I won’t make a stew,” And he fluttered his wings, and away he flew. |
THE CARRION CROW
| A carrion crow sat on an oak, Derry, derry, derry, decco; A carrion crow sat on an oak, Watching a tailor shaping his cloak. Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco. 2 “O wife, bring me my old bent bow,” Derry, derry, derry, decco; “O wife, bring me my old bent bow, “That I may shoot yon carrion crow.” Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco. 3 The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, Derry, derry, derry, decco; The tailor shot, and he missed his mark, And shot his old sow right through the heart Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco. 4 “O wife, bring brandy in a spoon,” Derry, derry, derry, decco; “O wife, bring brandy in a spoon, “For our old sow is in a swoon.” Heigh-ho! the carrion crow, Derry, derry, derry, decco. |
THE SCARECROW
| O all you little blackey tops, Pray don’t you eat my father’s crops, While I lie down to take a nap. Shua O! Shua O! 2 If father he perchance should come, With his cocked hat and his long gun, Then you must fly and I must run. Shua O! Shua O! |
THE NORTH WIND & THE ROBIN
