The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 123. c OCK a doodle doo, My Dame has lost her Shoe,)/Jj| My Masters lost his Fiddle StickAnd knows not what to do. The Cocks crows us up early in the Morning, that we may work forour Bread, and not live upon Charity, or upon Trust; for he who livesupon Charity shall be often affronted, and he that lives upon Trust shallpay double. ROUND about, round about,Magotty Pye:My Father loves good AleAnd so do I. Maxim. Evil Company makes Good bad and Bad worse. HUSH a by BabyOn the Tree Top,When the Wind blowsThe Cradle will the Bough breaks
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 123. c OCK a doodle doo, My Dame has lost her Shoe,)/Jj| My Masters lost his Fiddle StickAnd knows not what to do. The Cocks crows us up early in the Morning, that we may work forour Bread, and not live upon Charity, or upon Trust; for he who livesupon Charity shall be often affronted, and he that lives upon Trust shallpay double. ROUND about, round about,Magotty Pye:My Father loves good AleAnd so do I. Maxim. Evil Company makes Good bad and Bad worse. HUSH a by BabyOn the Tree Top,When the Wind blowsThe Cradle will the Bough breaks The Cradle will fall,Down tumbles babyCradle and all. This may serve as a Warning to the Proud and Ambitious, who climb so high that they gener-U7 fall at last. Maxim. Content turns all it touches into Gold. 124 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES
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