. Mother Goose's melodies : or Songs for the nursery . ys daddy ? Tom. Tom, of Islington,^Married a wife on Sunday ;Brought her home on Monday;Hired a house on Tuesday;Fed her well on Wednesday ;Sick was she on Thursday ; [48 Mother Gooses Melodies, Dead was she on Friday;Sad was Tom on Saturday,To bury his wife on Sunday. Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes, My mother sent me for some barm, some barm ;She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly, For fear the young men should do me some didnt you see, yet didnt you naughty tricks they put upon me?They broke my pit
. Mother Goose's melodies : or Songs for the nursery . ys daddy ? Tom. Tom, of Islington,^Married a wife on Sunday ;Brought her home on Monday;Hired a house on Tuesday;Fed her well on Wednesday ;Sick was she on Thursday ; [48 Mother Gooses Melodies, Dead was she on Friday;Sad was Tom on Saturday,To bury his wife on Sunday. Trip upon trenchers, and dance upon dishes, My mother sent me for some barm, some barm ;She bid me tread lightly, and come again quickly, For fear the young men should do me some didnt you see, yet didnt you naughty tricks they put upon me?They broke my pitcher, and spilt my huffed my mother, and chid her kissed my sister instead of me. Tweedle-dum and Tweedle-dee Resolved to have a battle,For Tweedle-dum said Tweedle-dee Had spoiled his nice new then flew by a monstrous crow, As big as a tar-barrel,Which frightened both the heroes so, They quite forgot their quarrel. Twelve pears hanging high,Twelve knights riding by;Each knight took a yet left eleven there!. Mother Gooses Melodies. 149 142 Two legs sat upon three legs,^ With one leg in his lap ; In comes four legs, And runs away with one leg. Up jumps two legs, Catches up three legs, Throws it after four legs, And makes him bring back one leg. Two little blackbirds sat upon a hill,One named Jack, the other named Gill;Fly away, Jack ; fly away Gill;Come again. Jack ; come again Gill. Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,The finest of pippins that ever you see ;The apples are ripe and ready to Reuben and Robin shall gather them all. Up she goes and down she comes ; If you havent got apples. Til give you some plums. Upon my word and honor,As I was going to Bonner, I met a pig, Without a wig,Upon my word and honor. 150 Mother Gooses Melodies. Up-stairs, down-stairs, upon my ladys window,There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger;Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack,A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck. Up st
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