Heigh ho!—time creeps but slow; I've looked up the hill so long; None come this way, the sun sinks low, And my shadow's very long.
Heigh ho!—time creeps but slow; I've looked up the hill so long; None come this way, the sun sinks low, And my shadow's very long.
They said I should sail in a little boat, Up the stream, by the great white mill; But I've waited all day, and none come my way; I've waited—I'm waiting still. They said I should see a fairy town, With houses all of gold, And silver people, and a gold church steeple;— But it wasn't the truth they told.
They said I should sail in a little boat, Up the stream, by the great white mill; But I've waited all day, and none come my way; I've waited—I'm waiting still. They said I should see a fairy town, With houses all of gold, And silver people, and a gold church steeple;— But it wasn't the truth they told.

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My house is red—a little house, A happy child am I, I laugh and play the livelong day I hardly ever cry. I have a tree, a green, green tree, To shade me from the sun; And under it I often sit, When all my work is done. My little basket I will take, And trip into the town; When next I'm there I'll buy some cake, And spend my bright half-crown.
My house is red—a little house, A happy child am I, I laugh and play the livelong day I hardly ever cry. I have a tree, a green, green tree, To shade me from the sun; And under it I often sit, When all my work is done. My little basket I will take, And trip into the town; When next I'm there I'll buy some cake, And spend my bright half-crown.

54

Three little girls were sitting on a rail, Sitting on a rail, Sitting on a rail; Three little girls were sitting on a rail, On a fine hot day in September. What did they talk about that fine day, That fine day, That fine day? What did they talk about that fine day,— That fine hot day in September? The crows and the corn they talked about, Talked about, Talked about; But nobody knows what was said by the crows, On that fine hot day in September.
Three little girls were sitting on a rail, Sitting on a rail, Sitting on a rail; Three little girls were sitting on a rail, On a fine hot day in September. What did they talk about that fine day, That fine day, That fine day? What did they talk about that fine day,— That fine hot day in September? The crows and the corn they talked about, Talked about, Talked about; But nobody knows what was said by the crows, On that fine hot day in September.

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Ring the bells—ring! Hip, hurrah for the King! The dunce fell into the pool, oh! The dunce was going to school, oh! The groom and the cook Fished him out with a hook, And he piped his eye like a fool, oh!
Ring the bells—ring! Hip, hurrah for the King! The dunce fell into the pool, oh! The dunce was going to school, oh! The groom and the cook Fished him out with a hook, And he piped his eye like a fool, oh!