قراءة كتاب Favorite Nursery Rhymes
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class="verse">Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam,
And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream!
There was an old woman lived under the hill,
And if she's not gone, she's living there still.
Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies;
And she's the old woman that never told lies.
Hark! Hark! the dogs do bark,
The beggars have come to town;
Some in rags, and some in tags,
And some in velvet gowns.
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
So I do, master, as fast as I can.
Pat it and prick it and mark it with B,
And toss it in the oven for Baby and me.
A diller, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
And now you come at noon.
One misty, moisty 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?
I like little pussy, her coat is so warm,—
And if I don't hurt her she'll do me no harm;
I'll not pull her tail, nor drive her away,
But pussy and I very gently will play.
Little Tommy Tucker,
Sing for your supper:
What shall I eat?
White bread and butter.
How shall I cut it
Without any knife?
How shall I marry
Without any wife?
There was a Piper had a Cow,
And he had naught to give her;
He pulled out his pipes and played her a tune,
And bade the cow consider.
The Cow considered very well,
And gave the Piper a penny,
And bade him play the other tune:
"Corn rigs are bonny."
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| Copyright, 1906, by Frederick A. Stokes Company. | MARY, MARY QUITE CONTRARY |
Mary Mary quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
Silver bells and cockle shells
And pretty maids all in a row.
Ride a cock-horse to Banbury-Cross
To see what Tommy can buy;
A penny white loaf, a penny white cake,
And a two-penny apple pie.
Tom, Tom, the piper's son
Stole a pig, and away he run;
The pig was eat and Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.
