Nursery Rhyme. CLXXII. Songs.

        [The original of the following is to be found in 'Deuteromelia, or the second part of Musicks Melodie,' 4to, Lond. 1609, where the music is also given.]

    Three blind mice, see how they run!
    They all ran after the farmer's wife,
    Who cut off their tails with the carving-knife,
    Did you ever see such fools in your life?
    Three blind mice.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXVII. Natural History.

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Learned Negro, The

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Nursery Rhyme. CXCIX. Riddles.

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Three Blind Mice

Three blind mice,
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife;
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Nursery Rhyme. CLXII. Songs.

        [The following catch is found in Ben Jonson's 'Masque of Oberon,' and is a most common nursery song at the present day.]

    Buz, quoth the blue fly,
        Hum, quoth the bee,
    Buz and hum they cry,
        And so do we:
    In his ear, in his nose,
        Thus, do you see?
    He ate the dormouse,
        Else it was he.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXL. Games.

    This pig went to market,
        Squeak mouse, mouse, mousey;
    Shoe, shoe, shoe the wild colt,
        And here's my own doll, Dowsy.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLII. Songs.

    My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
    He left me six horses to drive in my plough:
                With my wing wang waddle oh,
                Jack sing saddle oh,
                Blowsey boys bubble oh,
                Under the broom.

    I sold my six horses and I bought me a cow;
    I'd fain have made a fortune but did not know how:
            With my, &c.

    I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
    I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the best half:
            With my, &c.

    I sold my calf, and I bought me a cat;
    A pretty thing she was, in my chimney corner sat:
            With my, &c.

    I sold my cat, and bought me a mouse;
    He carried fire in his tail, and burnt down my house:
...

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXVI. Gaffers And Gammers.

        [The first two lines of the following are the same with those of a song in D'Urfey's 'Pills to Purge Melancholy,' vol. v, p. 13.]

    There was an old woman
        Lived under a hill,
    She put a mouse in a bag,
        And sent it to mill;

    The miller declar'd
        By the point of his knife,
    He never took toll
        Of a mouse in his life.

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