Tom, The Piper's Son

Tom, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig and away did run;
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street.

Walter Crane

Walter Crane was an English artist and book illustrator, considered to be one of the most prolific and influential children's book creators of his generation. Born on August 15, 1845, and passing away on March 14, 1915, he was part of the Arts and Crafts movement and is known for his innovative contributions to children's literature. His work often combined art and poetry, aiming to educate and delight young readers.

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Tom he was a piper's son,
He learnt to play when he was young;
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Over the hills and a great way off,
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    Tom he was a piper's son,
    He learn'd to play when he was young,
    But all the tunes that he could play,
    Was, "Over the hills and far away;"
    Over the hills, and a great way off,
    And the wind will blow my top-knot off.

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    That he pleas'd both the girls and boys,
    And they stopp'd to hear him play,
    "Over the hills and far away."

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Tommy's alluz playin' jokes,
An' actin' up, an' foolin' folks;
    An' wunst one time he creep
In Pa's big chair, he did, one night,
An' squint an' shut his eyes bofe tight,
    An' say, "Now I 'm asleep."
An' nen we knowed, an' Ma know' too,
He ain't asleep no more 'n you!



An' wunst he clumbed on our back'fence
An' flop his arms an' nen commence
    To crow, like he's a hen;
But when he failed off, like he done,
He didn't fool us childern none,
    Ner didn't crow again.
An' our Hired Man, as he come by,
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