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قراءة كتاب Mother Goose The Original Volland Edition
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 9
This pig had roast meat,
That pig had none;
This pig went to the barn door,
And cried "week, week," for more.
There were two blackbirds sitting on a hill, One named Jack and the other named Jill. Fly away, Jack! Fly away, Jill! Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill! |
Cross patch, draw the latch, Sit by the fire and spin; Take a cup and drink it up, Then call your neighbors in. |
Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard To get her poor dog a bone; But when she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none. |
Pease-porridge hot, Pease-porridge cold. Pease-porridge in the pot Nine days old. Spell me that in four letters: I will: T H A T. |
Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, Polly, put the kettle on, We'll all have tea. Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, Sukey, take it off again, They're all gone away. |
The sow came in with the saddle, The little pig rocked the cradle, The dish jumped up on the table To see the pot swallow the ladle. The spit that stood behind the door Threw the pudding-stick on the floor. "Odsplut!" said the gridiron, "Can't you agree? I'm the head constable, Bring them to me!" |
Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree, Up went the Pussy-Cat, and down went he, Down came Pussy-Cat, away Robin ran; Says little Robin Redbreast: "Catch me if you can!" Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a spade, Pussy-Cat jumped after him, and then he was afraid. Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did Pussy say? Pussy-Cat said: "Mew, mew, mew," and Robin flew away. |
A farmer went trotting upon his gray mare, Bumpety, bumpety, bump, With his daughter behind him, so rosy and fair, Lumpety, lumpety, lump. A raven cried "Croak," and they all tumbled down, Bumpety, bumpety, bump; The mare broke her knees and the farmer his crown, Lumpety, lumpety, lump. The mischievous raven flew laughing away, Bumpety, bumpety, bump, And vowed he would serve them the same next day, Lumpety, lumpety, lump. |
There was an old woman Sold puddings and pies; She went to the mill, And dust flew in her eyes. While through the streets, To all she meets She ever cries: "Hot Pies—Hot Pies." |