The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . DICKERY, dickery, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon brought him down,Dickery, dickery, dare. A LITTLE old man and I fell out;How shall we bring this matter about ?Bring it about as well as you can,Get you gone, you little old man ! THE rose is red, the violets blue,The honeys sweet, and so are art my love, and I am thine;I drew thee to my valentine ;The lot was cast, and then I drew,And fortune said it should be Fee, fo, fi, fum,I smell the blood of an Englishman,Be he alive or be he dead,Ill grind his bones to make my bread. MOT
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . DICKERY, dickery, dare,The pig flew up in the air;The man in brown soon brought him down,Dickery, dickery, dare. A LITTLE old man and I fell out;How shall we bring this matter about ?Bring it about as well as you can,Get you gone, you little old man ! THE rose is red, the violets blue,The honeys sweet, and so are art my love, and I am thine;I drew thee to my valentine ;The lot was cast, and then I drew,And fortune said it should be Fee, fo, fi, fum,I smell the blood of an Englishman,Be he alive or be he dead,Ill grind his bones to make my bread. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 81 M m tye g>ea Wtvt 0nt &ea IF all the sea were one sea,What a great sea that would be !And if all the trees were one tree,What a great tree that would be ! And if all the axes were one axe,What a great axe that would be !And if all the men were one man,What a great man that would be ! And if the great man took the great axe,And cut down the great tree, And let it fall into the great sea,What a splish splash that would be ! ! ! €ro*g=$atcf) CROSS-PATCH,Draw the latch,Sit by the fire and spin;Take a cup,And drink it up,And call your neighbors in.
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