Nursery Rhyme. CLXXIX. Songs.

    If I'd as much money as I could spend,
    I never would cry old chairs to mend;
    Old chairs to mend, old chairs to mend;
    I never would cry old chairs to mend.

    If I'd as much money as I could tell,
    I never would cry old clothes to sell;
    Old clothes to sell, old clothes to sell;
    I never would cry old clothes to sell.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLIV. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. XVIII. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXX. Paradoxes.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXI. Songs.

    I'll sing you a song,
    Though not very long,
        Yet I think it as pretty as any,
    Put your hand in your purse,
    You'll never be worse,
        And give the poor singer a penny.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCC. Lullabies.

        [From Yorkshire and Essex. A nursery-cry. - It is also sometimes sung in the streets by boys who have small figures of wool, wood, or gypsum, & c. of lambs to sell.]

            Young Lambs to sell!
            Young Lambs to sell!
    If I'd as much money as I can tell,
    I never would cry - Young Lambs to sell!

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXLVI. Relics.

    My little old man and I fell out,
    I'll tell you what 'twas all about:
    I had money, and he had none,
    And that's the way the row begun.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXIII. Riddles.

        [Ann.]

    There was a girl in our towne,
    Silk an' satin was her gowne,
    Silk an' satin, gold an' velvet,
    Guess her name, three times I've tell'd it.

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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. CXL. Songs.

    About the bush, Willy,
        About the bee-hive,
    About the bush, Willy,
        I'll meet thee alive.

    Then to my ten shillings,
        Add you but a groat,
    I'll go to Newcastle,
        And buy a new coat.

    Five and five shillings,
        Five and a crown;
    Five and five shillings,
        Will buy a new gown.

    Five and five shillings,
        Five and a groat;
    Five and five shillings,
        Will buy a new coat.

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