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The fifth of November they bid you remember,
These bright little boys with the funny old Guy.
In his chair up and down he'll be borne through the town,
Then burned in a bonfire he'll be by-and-by.
All those who remember the fifth of November
Some money will give to the boys with the Guy.
If all gave a penny, I wonder how many
Wheels, crackers, and squibs they'd be able to buy?
The fifth of November they bid you remember,
These bright little boys with the funny old Guy.
In his chair up and down he'll be borne through the town,
Then burned in a bonfire he'll be by-and-by.
All those who remember the fifth of November
Some money will give to the boys with the Guy.
If all gave a penny, I wonder how many
Wheels, crackers, and squibs they'd be able to buy?

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Little sick Tommy,
What trouble he's had—
Medicine and blisters!
His cough was so bad!
Now he is better:
He soon will be well,
And go back to Mother,
With stories to tell,
Of softly reclining
On pillows of down,—
Of Mary his nurse
In her pretty blue gown,
Of the doctor so gentle,
The other sick boys,
And oh! a whole shopful
Of beautiful toys!
Little sick Tommy,
What trouble he's had—
Medicine and blisters!
His cough was so bad!
Now he is better:
He soon will be well,
And go back to Mother,
With stories to tell,
Of softly reclining
On pillows of down,—
Of Mary his nurse
In her pretty blue gown,
Of the doctor so gentle,
The other sick boys,
And oh! a whole shopful
Of beautiful toys!

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Here's my Happy Family,
Little folks, as you may see:
Cats who fight, but just in fun,
Mice who up the flag-staff run,
Paroquet, canaries too,—
Now, my dears, 'twixt me and you,
Girls and boys who scold and tease,
Might a lesson learn from these
Birds and beasts who all agree
In my Happy Family.
Here's my Happy Family,
Little folks, as you may see:
Cats who fight, but just in fun,
Mice who up the flag-staff run,
Paroquet, canaries too,—
Now, my dears, 'twixt me and you,
Girls and boys who scold and tease,
Might a lesson learn from these
Birds and beasts who all agree
In my Happy Family.

[[50]]

He is weak and old, and he feels the cold,
But a nice clean path he keeps,
For passengers all, both great and small,
As the mud to each side he sweeps.
The people stare, in London Town,
At his turban rare, and his face so brown,
But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,
So long as a coin for him they find.
And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,
As if to the passer-by he'd say,—
"Think of your shining boots and shoes,
And a copper to me you can't refuse.
For each penny I get I sweep the faster—
Ah! thank you,
Thank you,
Kind young master!"
He is weak and old, and he feels the cold,
But a nice clean path he keeps,
For passengers all, both great and small,
As the mud to each side he sweeps.
The people stare, in London Town,
At his turban rare, and his face so brown,
But the poor old Hindoo does not mind,
So long as a coin for him they find.
And he nods and smiles, as he sweeps away,
As if to the passer-by he'd say,—
"Think of your shining boots and shoes,
And a copper to me you can't refuse.
For each penny I get I sweep the faster—
Ah! thank you,
Thank you,
Kind young master!"

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