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“Little Bo-peep and her sheep, before she lost them.”

Little Bo-peep has lost her sheep,

And cannot tell where to find ’em;

Leave them alone, and they’ll come home,

And bring their tails behind ’em.

Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,

And dreamt she heard them bleating;

When she awoke, she found it a joke,

For still they all were fleeting.

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.

It happen’d one day, as Bo-peep did stray

Unto a meadow hard by—

There she espied their tails side by side,

All hung on a tree to dry.

She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,

And over the hillocks she raced;

And tried what she could, as a shepherdess should,

That each tail should be properly placed.

Hickety, pickety, my black hen,

She lays good eggs for gentlemen;

Gentlemen come every day,

To see what my black hen doth lay.

Dickery, dickery, dare,

The pig flew up in the air,

The man in brown soon brought him down.

Dickery, dickery, dare.

Driddlety drum, driddlety drum,

There you see the beggars are come:

Some are here and some are there,

And some are gone to Chidley fair.

A little pig found a fifty dollar note,

And purchased a hat and a very fine coat,

With trowsers, and stockings, and shoes;

Cravat, and shirt-collar, and gold-headed cane;

Then proud as could be, did he march up the lane,

Says he, I shall hear all the news.

This is the way the ladies go—

Nim, nim, nim.

This is the way the gentlemen go—

Trot, trot, trot.

This is the way the hunters go—

Gallop, gallop, gallop.

THE MARRIAGE OF COCK ROBIN AND JENNY WREN.

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It was on a merry time, when Jenny Wren was young,

So neatly as she danced, and so sweetly as she sung—

Robin Redbreast lost his heart—he was a gallant bird;

He doff’d his hat to Jenny, and thus to her he said:—