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- The Only True Mother Goose Melodies - 4/10 -


And so do I.

We'll go to the wood, says Richard to Robin, We'll go to the wood, says Robin to Bobin, We'll go to the wood, says John all alone, We'll go to the wood, says every one.

What to do there? says Richard to Robin, What to do there? says Robin to Bobin, What to do there? says John all alone, What to do there? says every one.

We'll shoot at a wren, says Richard to Robin, We'll shoot at a wren, says Robin to Bobin, We'll shoot at a wren, says John all alone, We'll shoot at a wren, says every one.

Then pounce, then pounce, says Richard to Robin, Then pounce, then pounce, says Robin to Bobin, Then pounce, then pounce, says John all alone, Then pounce, then pounce, says every one.

She's dead, she's dead, says Richard to Robin, She's dead, she's dead, says Robin to Bobin, She's dead, she's dead, says John all alone, She's dead, she's dead, says every one.

How get her home? says Richard to Robin, How get her home? says Robin to Bobin, How get her home? says John all alone, How get her home? says every one.

In a cart and six horses, says Richard to Robin, In a cart and six horses, says Robin to Bobin, In a cart and six horses, says John all alone, In a cart and six horses, says every one.

How shall we dress her? says Richard to Robin, How shall we dress her? says Robin to Bobin, How shall we dress her? says John all alone, How shall we dress her? says every one.

We'll hire seven cooks, says Richard to Robin, We'll hire seven cooks, says Robin to Bobin, We'll hire seven cooks, says John all alone, We'll hire seven cooks, says every one.

There was an old woman lived under the hill, And if she's not gone she lives there still. Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies, And she's the old woman that never told lies.

Shoe the colt, Shoe the colt, Shoe the wild mare; Here a nail, There a nail, Colt must go bare.

There were two birds upon a stone, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. One flew away, and then there was one, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. The other flew after, and then there was none, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. So the poor stone was left all alone, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. One of these little birds back again flew, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. The other came after, and then there were two, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. Says one to the other, Pray how do you do, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy. Very well, thank you, and pray how are you, Fal de ral--al de ral--laddy.

I'll tell you a story About Mary Morey, And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another About her brother, And now my story's done.

Nose, Nose, jolly red Nose, And what gave you that jolly red Nose? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red Nose.

Sweep, sweep, Chimney sweep, From the bottom to the top, Sweep all up, Chimney sweep, From the bottom to the top.

Climb by rope, Or climb by ladder, Without either, I'll climb farther.

One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather. He began to compliment, and I began to grin, How do you do, and how do you do? And how do you do again?

In April's sweet month, When the leaves 'gin to spring, Little lambs skip like fairies And birds build and sing.

There was an old woman tost up in a blanket, Seventy times as high as the moon, What she did there, I cannot tell you, but in her hand she carried a broom. Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I, O whither, O whither, O whither so high? To sweep the cobwebs from the sky, And I shall be back again by and by.

Shoe the horse, and shoe the mare, But let the little colt go bare.

The North wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then? Poor thing! He'll sit in the barn And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing!

Cold and raw the North winds blow Bleak in the morning early, All the hills are covered with snow, And winter's now come fairly.

Hey, my kitten, my kitten, And hey my kitten my deary, Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy, Here we go backward and forward, And here we go round, round, roundy.

Where was a jewel and pretty, Where was a sugar and spicey? Hush a bye babe in the cradle, And we'll go abroad in a tricey.

Did his papa torment it? And vex his own baby will he? Give me a hand and I'll beat him, With your red coral and whistle.

Here we go up, up, up, And here we go down, down, downy, And here we go backward and forward, And here we go round, round, roundy.

The two grey Kits, And the grey Kits' mother, All went over The bridge together. The bridge broke down, They all fell in, May the rats go with you, Says Tom Bolin.

Hark! hark! the dogs do bark, The beggars have come to town; Some in rags, and some in tags, And some in velvet gowns.

Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his breeches on, One stocking off, and one stocking on, Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.

As I was going to Derby upon a market day,


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