The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . v~. H 56 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES £s>ee, g>ee! SEE, see ! what shall I see ?A horses head where its tail should be. Htcfeetp, l&itkzty, ®ock ZICKETY, dickety, dock,The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,Down the mouse run,Zickety, dickety, dock. [The later and familiar version.] ICKORY, dickory, dockThe mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,The mouse ran down,Hickory, dickory, dock. &ee a $tn SEE a pin and pick it up,All the day youll have good luck;See a pin and let it lay,Bad luck youll have all the day. At. &tottf»ng ®ap ST. SWITHINS day if th
The Boyd Smith Mother Goose . v~. H 56 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES £s>ee, g>ee! SEE, see ! what shall I see ?A horses head where its tail should be. Htcfeetp, l&itkzty, ®ock ZICKETY, dickety, dock,The mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,Down the mouse run,Zickety, dickety, dock. [The later and familiar version.] ICKORY, dickory, dockThe mouse ran up the clock;The clock struck one,The mouse ran down,Hickory, dickory, dock. &ee a $tn SEE a pin and pick it up,All the day youll have good luck;See a pin and let it lay,Bad luck youll have all the day. At. &tottf»ng ®ap ST. SWITHINS day if thou dost rain,For forty days it will remain:St. Swithins day if thou be fair,For forty days twill rain na mair. \ 1. Hickory, dickory, dock,The mouse ran up the clock,The clock struck one,The mouse ran down,Hickory, dickory, dock. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 57 9 jfflan of Wotlte A MAN of words and not of deedsIs like a garden full of weeds;And when the weeds begin to grow,Its like a garden full of snow;And when the snow begins to fall,Its like a bird upon the wall;And when the bird away does fly,Its an eagle in the sky;And when the sky begins to roar,Its like a lion at the door;And when the door begins to crack,Its like a stick across your back;And when your back begins to smart,Its like a penknife in your heart;And when your heart begins to bleed,Youre dead, and dead, and dead indeed. & £s>toarm of pees; A SWARM of bees in May,Is worth a load of hay;A swarm of bees in June,Is worth a silver spoon ;A swarm of bees in July,Is not worth a fly.
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