When Mother Lets Us Play

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Moffat, Yard, 1911 - Amusements - 134 pages
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Page 116 - His nose, His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?" Said the Piggy, "I will." So they took it away, and were married next day By the Turkey who lives on the hill. They dined on mince and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon, The moon, The moon, They danced by the light of the moon.
Page 115 - They sailed away, for a year and a day, To the land where the bong-tree grows; And there in the wood a Piggy-wig stood, With a ring at the end of his nose, His nose, his nose! With a ring at the end of his nose. "Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling Your ring?
Page 23 - 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 115 - THE Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat: They took some honey, and plenty of money Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The' Owl looked up to the stars above, And sang to a small guitar, "O lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love, What a beautiful Pussy you are, You are, You are!
Page 113 - So they both went slowly down, And walked about the town With a cheerful bumpy sound As they toddled round and round ; And everybody cried, As they hastened to their side, "See! the Table and the Chair Have come out to take the air!
Page 65 - Spring, the sweet spring, is the year's pleasant king. Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring; Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing Cuckoo, jug jug, pu we, to witta woo.
Page 48 - Here I come creeping, smiling everywhere; All round the open door, Where sit the aged poor; Here where the children play, In the bright and merry May, I come creeping, creeping everywhere.
Page 115 - You elegant fowl! How charmingly sweet you sing! O let us be married! too long we have tarried: But what shall we do for a ring?
Page 112 - Said the Table to the Chair, . "You can hardly be aware How I suffer from the heat And from chilblains on my feet. If we took a little walk. We might have a little talk; Pray let us take the air.
Page 45 - As I went through the garden gap, Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap! A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat, If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat.

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