CECILY PARSLEY
lived in a pen,
And brewed good ale
for gentlemen;
GENTLEMEN came
every day,
Till Cecily Parsley
ran away.
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WE have a little garden,
And every day we water thereThe seeds that we have sown.WE love our little garden,And tend it with such care,You will not find a faced leafOr blighted blossom there.
GOOSEY, goosey, gander,
Upstairs and downstairs,And in my lady’s chamber!
Bow, wow, wow!
‘I’m little Tom Tinker’s dog,Bow, wow, wow!’
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
They all run after the farmer’s wife,And she cut off their tails with a carving knife,Did ever you see such a thing in your lifeAs three blind mice!
Ninny Nanny Netticoat,
With a red nose, —The longer she stands,The shorter she grows.
THIS pig went to market;
This pig had a bit of meat;And this pig had none;This little pig criedWee! wee! wee!I can’t find my way home.