. Mother Goose's melodies : or Songs for the nursery . oon they made the place near a mile around to ring. The concert it was fine; and every bird tried Who best should sing for Robin, and Jenny Wren the bride. 132 Mother Gooses Melodies, When in came the Cuckoo, and made a great rout;He caught hold of Jenny, and pulled her about. Cock Robin was angry, and so was the Sparrow,Who fetched in a hurry his bow and his arrow. His aim then he took, but he took it not right;His skill was not good, or he shot in a fright; For the Cuckoo he missed, — but Cock Robin he killed! all the birds mourned t
. Mother Goose's melodies : or Songs for the nursery . oon they made the place near a mile around to ring. The concert it was fine; and every bird tried Who best should sing for Robin, and Jenny Wren the bride. 132 Mother Gooses Melodies, When in came the Cuckoo, and made a great rout;He caught hold of Jenny, and pulled her about. Cock Robin was angry, and so was the Sparrow,Who fetched in a hurry his bow and his arrow. His aim then he took, but he took it not right;His skill was not good, or he shot in a fright; For the Cuckoo he missed, — but Cock Robin he killed! all the birds mourned that his blood was so spilled. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didnt know what to do, She gave them some broth without any bread ; She whipped them all soundly, and put them to bed. There was an owl lived in an oak, Wisky, wasky, weedle ;And every word he ever spoke, Was fiddle, faddle, feedle. A gunner chanced to come that way, Wisky, wasky, weedle ;Says he, Ill shoot you, silly bird, Fiddle, faddle, Mother Gooses Melodies. 133 There were two blackbirds, Sitting on a hill,The one named Jack, The other named Jill;Fly away, Jack ! Fly away, Jill!Come again, Jack! Come again, Jill! There were two blind men went to see Two cripples run a race;The bull did fight the humble-bee, And scratched him in the face. There were three jovial Welshmen,As I have heard them say, And they would go a-huntingUpon St. Davids day.^^^ All the day they hunted, And nothing could they find. But a ship a-sailing, A-sailing with the wind. One said it was a ship. The other he said, nay;The third said it was a house. With the chimney blown away. 134 Mother Gooses Melodies. And all the night they hunted, •And nothing could they find But the moon a-gliding,A-gliding with the wind. One said it was the moon,The other he said, nay; The third said it was a cheese,And half ot cut away. And all the day they nothing could they find But a hedgehog in a b
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