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Page 14—Naughty Girls
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Little Bo-Peep Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep, And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-Peep fell fast asleep, And dreamed she heard them bleating, But when she awoke, 'twas all a joke— Alas! they still were fleeting. Then up she took her little crook, Determined for to find them; She found them, indeed, bit it made her heart bleed, They'd left their tails behind them. It happened one day, as Bo-Peep did stray Over the meadows hard by, That there she espied their tails side by side, All hung on a tree to dry. She heaved a sigh, and gave by-and-by Each careless sheep a banging; And as for the rest, she thought it was best Just to leave their tails a-hanging. |
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Mary's Little Lamb Mary had a little lamb Whose fleece was white as snow, And everywhere that Mary went That Lamb it would not go; So Mary took that little Lamb And put it on the spit, And soon it was so nicely done She ate it every bit. |
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Pemmy Pemmy was a pretty girl, But Fanny was a better; Pemmy look'd like any churl, When little Fanny let her. Pemmy had a pretty nose, But Fanny had a better; Pemmy oft would come to blows, But Fanny would not let her. Pemmy had a pretty song, But Fanny had a better; Pemmy would sing all day long, But Fanny would not let her. |
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Little Husband I had a little husband, No bigger than my thumb; I put him in a pint pot, And there I bid him drum. I bought a little horse, That galloped up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him, And sent him out of town. I gave him some garters, To garter up his hose, And a little handkerchief, To wipe his pretty nose. |
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I'm Governess Now children dear, you all come near And do not make a noise; But listen here, just take and clear That desk of all those toys. For now I'm Governess you'll find, That its myself will make you mind; So Alice Brown you do your sum, And Betty Snooks don't look so glum. And Sarah White sit down at once, And Susan Black you are a dunce, And Annie Grey you needn't think I didn't see you spill the ink. And find your thimble Maggie More, And mind your sewing Jennie Shore; And Linda Cole you know 'tis wrong To make a stitch two inches long. |