The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . 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 !
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . 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 OF all the gay birds that eer I did see,The owl is the fairest by far to me ;For all the day long she sits on a tree,And when night comes away flies she. 82 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES ®fjere Wa* a little jfflan \ THERE was a little man,And he had a little gun,And his bullets were made of lead, lead, went to a brook,And fired at a duck,And shot him through the head, head, head. He carried it home, To his old wife Joan, And bid her a fire for to make, make, make. To roast the little duck He d shot in the brook, And hed go fetch the drake, drake, drake. The drake was a swimming, With his curly tail; The little man made his mark, mark, mark. He let off his gun, But he fird too soon, And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack. S>eegato SEESAW, Margery Daw, ) Jackey shall have a new master;He shall have but a penny a day,Because he cant work any faster. 7T
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