قراءة كتاب The Baby's Opera
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 5
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XMAS DAY IN Ye MORNING
| 1. Dame, get up and bake your pies, Bake your pies, bake your pies; Dame, get up and bake your pies, On Christmas-day in the morning. 2. Dame, what makes your maidens lie, Maidens lie, maidens lie? Dame, what makes your maidens lie, On Christmas-day in the morning? 3. Dame, what makes your ducks to die, Ducks to die, ducks to die? Dame, what makes your ducks to die, On Christmas-day in the morning? 4. Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, Cannot fly, cannot fly; Their wings are cut, they cannot fly, On Christmas-day in the morning. |
LITTLE IACK HORNER
| Little Jack Horner sat in a corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, “What a good boy am I!” |
KING ARTHUR
| 1. When good King Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king— He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag pudding. 2. A bag pudding the Queen did make, And stuffed it well with plums, And in it put great lumps of fat As big as my two thumbs. 3. The King and Queen did eat thereof, And noblemen beside, And what they could not eat that night The Queen next morning fried. |
Ye JOLLY MILLER
| There was a jolly miller once Lived on the river Dee; He worked and sang from morn till night, No lark more blithe than he. And this the burden of his song For ever used to be, “I care for nobody, no, not I, And nobody cares for me.” |
Ye SONG of SIXPENCE
| 1. Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket fall of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie; When the pie was open the birds began to sing, Wasn’t that a dainty dish to set before the king? 2. The king was in his counting-house counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden hanging out her clothes, When up came a blackbird and pecked off her nose. |
BO-PEEP
| 1. Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, And didn’t know where to find them; Let them alone, they’ll all come home And bring their tails behind them. 2. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke, For they were still a-fleeting. 3. Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them, She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed For they’d left their tails behind them. 4. It happened one day as Bo-Peep did stray Into a meadow hard by, There she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry. 5. She heaved a sigh and wiped her eye, Then went o’er hill and dale, And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should, To tack to each sheep its tail. |
