. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . Bless You, Bless You, BLESS you, bless you, burnie bee;Say, when will your wedding be?If it be to-morrow day,Take your wings and fly away. Ding Dong Bell. ING dong bell, pussys in the well! Who put her in?—Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out?—Big Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed the mice in his fathers bam! Leg Over Leg. Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover,When he came to a stile, hop he went oven, Little Cock-Sparrow. A LITTLE cock-sparrow sat on a tree»x
. House of play; verses-rhymes-stories for young folks .. . Bless You, Bless You, BLESS you, bless you, burnie bee;Say, when will your wedding be?If it be to-morrow day,Take your wings and fly away. Ding Dong Bell. ING dong bell, pussys in the well! Who put her in?—Little Johnny Green. Who pulled her out?—Big Johnny Stout. What a naughty boy was that To drown poor pussy cat, Who never did him any harm, But killed the mice in his fathers bam! Leg Over Leg. Leg over leg, as the dog went to Dover,When he came to a stile, hop he went oven, Little Cock-Sparrow. A LITTLE cock-sparrow sat on a tree»xLooking as happy as happy could be,Till a boy came by, with his bow and he, I will shoot the little body will make me a nice little stew,And his giblats will make me a little pie, the little cock-sparrow, I 11 be shot if I stay,*So he clapped his wings, and flew MY SHIP AND I. O its I that am the captain of a tidy little ship,Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about; But when Im a little older, I shall find the secret outHow to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And with him beside to help me, its a-sailing I shall go,Its a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive. O its then youll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds,And youll hear the water singing at the prow; For beside the dolly sailor, Im to voyage and explore,To land upon the island where no dolly was before,And to fire the penny cannon in the bow. *—-Robert Louis Sfe*vnson.
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