| |
| ONE | TWO |
| Come buckle my Shoe. | |
| You lazy Elf! | |
| Pray do it yourself. | |
Philadela Pub. and Sold by W. Charles.
| 3 | 4 |
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| THREE | FOUR |
| Shut the door: | |
| Let us keep ourselves warm | |
| And not think of the storm. | |
| 5 | 6 |
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| FIVE | SIX |
| I’m picking some sticks, | |
| That my mother may make | |
| A nice currant Cake. | |
| 7 | 8 |
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| SEVEN | EIGHT |
| You are come here too late. | |
| ’Tis all one to Ben, | |
| He can go home again. | |
| 9 | 10 |
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| NINE | TEN |
| Who’ll buy a fat Hen? | |
| Her bones are so small | |
| You may eat legs and all. | |
