Nursery Rhyme. CLIII. Songs.

    Old Father of the Pye,
    I cannot sing, my lips are dry;
    But when my lips are very well wet,
    Then I can sing with the Heigh go Bet!

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXI. Scholastic.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXC. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXVII. Paradoxes.

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    I'll sing you a song,
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    Put your hand in your purse,
    You'll never be worse,
        And give the poor singer a penny.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXXIX. Lullabies.

    I won't be my father's Jack,
        I won't be my mother's Gill,
    I will be the fiddler's wife,
        And have music when I will.
            T'other little tune,
            T'other little tune,
            Pr'ythee, love, play me
            T'other little tune.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXX. Songs.

    Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle daughter dear;
    I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot whistle clear.
    Whistle, daughter, whistle, whistle for a pound;
    I cannot whistle, mammy, I cannot make a sound.

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        [From W. Wager's play, called 'The longer thou livest, the more foole thou art,' 4to, Lond.]

    The white dove sat on the castle wall,
    I bend my bow and shoot her I shall;
    I put her in my glove both feathers and all;
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Nursery Rhyme. CLXIII. Songs.

    As I was going up the hill,
        I met with Jack the piper,
    And all the tunes that he could play
        Was "Tie up your petticoats tighter."

    I tied them once, I tied them twice,
        I tied them three times over;
    And all the songs that he could sing
        Was "Carry me safe to Dover."

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXCVII. Lullabies.

    Give me a blow, and I'll beat 'em,
        Why did they vex my baby?
    Kissy, kiss, kissy, my honey,
        And cuddle your nurse, my deary.

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