. Gems from Mother Goose . THREE children sliding on the ice Upon a summers clay,As it fell out, they all fell in— The rest they ran away. Now had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one penny, They had not all been drowned. You parents all that children have,And you that have got none; If you would have them safe abroad,Pray keep them safe at home. LJIGHER than a house, higher than a tree,Oh, whatever can that be ? ( A STAR. THE girl in the lane, that couldnt speak plainCried Gobble, gobble, gobble: The man on the hill, that couldnt stand still,Went ho
. Gems from Mother Goose . THREE children sliding on the ice Upon a summers clay,As it fell out, they all fell in— The rest they ran away. Now had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground,Ten thousand pounds to one penny, They had not all been drowned. You parents all that children have,And you that have got none; If you would have them safe abroad,Pray keep them safe at home. LJIGHER than a house, higher than a tree,Oh, whatever can that be ? ( A STAR. THE girl in the lane, that couldnt speak plainCried Gobble, gobble, gobble: The man on the hill, that couldnt stand still,Went hobble, hobble, hobble. AA7HAT care I how black I be,Twenty pounds will marry me: If twenty wont, forty shall-I am my mothers bouncing girl! TWELVE pairs hanging high,Twelve knights riding by—Each took a pear,And yet left twelve there. MISS JANE had a bag,and a mouse was in it;She opened the bag, he was out in a cat saw him jump and run under the table,And the dog said,Catch him, puss, soon as voure
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