Pinafore Palace: A Book of Rhymes for the Nursery

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Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin, Nora Archibald Smith
McClure Company, 1907 - Children's poetry - 247 pages
 

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Contents

II
3
III
15
IV
21
VI
29
VII
39
VIII
47
IX
67
XI
93
XIII
109
XIV
111
XVI
125
XVII
159
XVIII
173
XIX
205
XX
219
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Page 44 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Page 41 - JACK and Jill went up the hill, To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after.
Page 106 - Monday's child is fair of face/ Tuesday's child is full of grace/ Wednesday's child is full of woe/ Thursday's child has far to go...
Page 85 - THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT This is the farmer sowing his corn, That kept the cock that crowed in the morn, That waked the priest all shaven and shorn, That married the man all tattered and torn, That kissed the maiden all forlorn, That milked the cow with the crumpled horn, That tossed the dog That worried the cat That killed the rat That ate the malt That lay in the house that Jack built.
Page 56 - There was an old woman who lived In a shoe, She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
Page 60 - Pancakes and fritters," Say the bells of St. Peter's. " Two sticks and an apple," Say the bells at Whitechapel.
Page 159 - THE friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart : She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple -tart.
Page 223 - TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are, Up above the world so high, Like a diamond in the sky.
Page 30 - THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW he north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.
Page 50 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!

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