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I had a little nag That trotted up and down; I bridled him, and saddled him, And trotted out of town. |
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If I had a donkey that wouldn't go, Would I beat him? Oh no, no. I'd put him in the barn and give him some corn, The best little donkey that ever was born. |
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I had a dog Whose name was Buff, I sent him for A bag of snuff, He broke the bag And spilt the stuff, And that was all My penny's worth. |
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Two little dogs Sat by the fire Over a fender of coal-dust; Said one little dog To the other little dog, If you don't talk, why, I must. |
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Pussy sits beside the fire, So pretty and so fair. In walks the little dog, Ah, pussy, are you there? How do you do, Mistress Pussy? Mistress Pussy, how do you do? I thank you kindly, little dog, I'm very well just now. |
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I love little pussy, Her coat is so warm, And if I don't hurt her She'll do me no harm. So I'll not pull her tail, Nor drive her away, But pussy and I Very gently will play. She shall sit by my side, And I'll give her some food; And pussy will love me Because I am good. |
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Pussy cat, pussy cat, Where have you been? I've been to London To look at the Queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, |
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Pussycat, wussicat, with a white foot, When is your wedding and I'll come to it; The beer's to brew, and the bread's to bake, Pussicat, wussicat, don't be too late. |
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Who's that ringing at my door bell? A little pussy cat that isn't very well. Rub its little nose with a little mutton fat, That's the best cure for a little pussy cat. |
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Mary bad a little lamb, It's fleece was white as snow; And everywhere that Mary went The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
And so the teacher turned it out,
Why does the lamb love Mary so? |
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Little Betty Pringle, she had a pig, It was not very little and not very big; When it was alive it lived in clover, But now it's dead and that's all over.
Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried; |
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I had a little pony, His name was Dapple Gray; I lent him to a lady To ride a mile away. She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now, For all the lady's hire. |
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Dame Trot and her cat Sat down for a chat; The Dame sat on this side, And puss sat on that.
Puss, says the Dame, |
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Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone? Oh where, oh where can he be? |
With his tail cut short and his ears cut long, Oh where, oh where is he? |