But what is left for mannikin,
Born within a hour?
I’ll nurse you on my knee, my knee,
My own little son;
I’ll rock you, rock you, in my arms,
My least little one.
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Mother shake the cherry-tree,
Oh how funny that will be,Let’s be merry!One for brother, one for sister,Two for mother more,Six for father, hot and tired,Knocking at the door.
Rosy maiden Winifred,
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Heartsease in my garden bed,
Honeysuckle on my wall: –Heartsease blossoms in my heartWhen sweet William comes to call,But it withers when we part,And the honey-trumpets fall.