Chapter 8
So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried, And Betty Pringle she lay down and died.
This is the history of one, two, and three, Johnny Pringle he, Betty Pringle she, And the Piggie-Wiggie.
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Little Miss m.u.f.fet Sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a great spider, And sat down beside her, And frightened Miss m.u.f.fet away.
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Little Nancy Etticoat, In a white petticoat, And a red nose; The longer she stands, The shorter she grows.
(_A candle._)
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Little Robin Redbreast Sat upon a rail; Niddle naddle went his head, Wiggle waggle went his tail.
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Little Tommy Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall he eat?
White bread and b.u.t.ter.
How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married Without e'er a wife?
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Long legs, crooked thighs, Little head and no eyes.
(_The tongs._)
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Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it: Nothing in it, nothing in it, But the binding round it.
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Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John Guard the bed that I lie on!
Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch, one
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Mistress Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow?
With c.o.c.kle-sh.e.l.ls, and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row.
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Multiplication is vexation, Division is as bad; The Rule of Three perplexes me, And Practice drives me mad.
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Needles and pins, needles and pins, When a man marries his trouble begins.
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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.
Every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.
Oh, there's one so rare, As can compare With old King Cole and his fiddlers three!
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Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop; So I cried, "Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?"
And was going to the window To say, "How do you do?"
But he shook his little tail, And far away he flew.
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One for the money, And two for the show; Three to make ready, And four to go.
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One misty, moisty morning, When cloudy was the weather, I chanced to meet an old man Clothed all in leather, He began to compliment, And I began to grin,-- "How do you do," and "How do you do,"
And "How do you do" again!