| ELSIE Marley has grown so fine, |
| She won't get up to serve the swine; |
| But lies in bed till eight or nine, |
| And surely she does take her time. |
[Game on a child's features]
| HERE sits the Lord Mayor | forehead |
| Here sit his two men | eyes |
| Here sits the cock | right cheek |
| Here sits the hen | left cheek |
| Here sit the little chickens | top of nose |
| Here they run in | mouth |
| Chinchopper, chinchopper, | |
| Chinchopper, chin! | chuck the chin |
| THERE was an old woman she lived under a hill, |
| And if she's not gone, she lives there still. |
| Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, |
| And she's the old woman that never told lies. |
THE rose is red, the violet is blue, |
| The gillyflower is sweet and so are you: |
| These are the words you bade me say |
| For a pair of new gloves on Easter-day. |
TOM, Tom, the piper's son, |
| He learnt to play when he was young. |
| He with his pipe made such a noise, |
| That he pleased all the girls and boys. |
SOME little mice sat in a barn to spin, |
| Pussy came by, and she popped her head in; |
| "Shall I come in and cut your threads off?" |
| "Oh, no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off." |
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