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28 Traditional Nursery Songs.
But oh ! alas! a magpie came And stole his wig away.
Poor Joe look'd up with doleful face,
It was his Sunday wig, The magpie flew with rapid flight,
And left it on a twig.
Now loud the hens and turkeys screamed, The ducks and geese loud quack'd,
Enraged for food, which Joe forgot, He was by all attack'd.
Across the yard in haste he ran
The little pigs to feed, The old sow tripp'd him in the mud,
In spite of all his heed.
Quite out of heart, and sorely vex'd,
In piteous case was he, While from her work his wife came back,
As blythe as blythe could be.
Now Mrs. Dobson, tidy soul,
Soon set all neat and right, Prepared the meat, and drew the ale,
They bravely fared that night. |
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