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SONGS FOE THE NURSERY. |
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She went to the hosier's, To buy him some hose;
And when she came back,
He was dressed in his clothes.
The dame made a courtesy;
The dog made a bow. The dame said, " Your servant."
The dog said, " Bow-wow !"
This wonderful dog
Was Dame Hubbard's delight; He could sing, he could dance;
He could read, he could write.
She gave him rich dainties
Whenever he fed; And erected a monument
When he was dead. |
And soon about he spurts it out,
And cries, " Oh, horrid soup!" His mother chid ; his father bid
Him from the table troop.
All in dispatch, he made a match
To run a race with Bill. " My boy," said he, " I'll win, you'll see;
I'll beat you, that I will."
With merry heart, now off they start,
Like ponies, in full speed ; Soon Bill he passed, for very fast
This Dicky ran indeed.
But, hurry all, Dick got a fall;
And, while he sprawling lay, Bill reached the post, and Dicky lost;
And Billy won the day.
" Bring here my pad," now cries the lad
Unto the servant John; " I'll mount astride, this day I'll ride;
So put the saddle on."
No time to waste, 'twas brought in haste, Dick longed to have it backed;
With spur and boot on leg and foot, His whip he loudly cracked.
The mane he grasped, the crupper clasped, And leaped up from the ground,
All smart and spruce—the girth was loose, He turned the saddle round!
Then down he came, the scoff and shame
Of all the standers by ; Poor Dick, alack! upon his back,
Beneath the horse did lie!
Still slow and sure, success secure,
And be not over quick; For method's sake, a warning take
From hasty Nimble Dick. |
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NIMBLE DICK.
Jane Taylor.
My boy, be cool, do things by rule,
And then you'll do them right; A story true I'll tell to you,
'Tis of a luckless wight.
He'd never wait, was always late,
Because he was so quick; This shatter-brain did thus obtain
The name of Nimble Dick.
All in his best young Dick was dressed;
Cries he, " I'm very dry!" Though glass, and jug, and china mug,
On sideboard stood "hard by.
With skip-and-jump, unto the pump
With open mouth he goes; The water out ran from the spout,
And wetted all his clothes.
A fine tureen as e'er was seen
On dinner-table stood. Says John, « 'Tis hot." Says Dick, " 'Tis not;
I know the soup is good."
His brother bawled, " Yourself you'll scald ;
Oh, Dick, you're so uncouth!" Dick filled his spoon, and then as soon
Conveyed it to his mouth. |
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LADY TABBYSKIN'S BALL.
Mrs. Charles Heaton.
Lady Tabbyskin gave a large party last night, While we were asleep in our beds;
The pussy-cats danced in the clear moonlight, All over the tiles and leads. |
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