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                       MOTHER’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK


                                No. 2 of
                           OLD NURSERY RHYMES

                             Illustrated by
                          H. Willebeek Le Mair

                          AUGENER Ltd., LONDON
                              David McKay,
                    604-608 South Washington Square,
                             Philadelphia.

                           Printed in England




                                CONTENTS


  O, where is my little dog gone?
  Young lambs to sell
  Three blind mice
  Little Polly Flinders
  There came to my window
  Over the hills and far away
  Where are you going to, my pretty maid?
  London Bridge has broken down
  I had a little nut tree
  Polly put the kettle on




                    OH! WHERE IS MY LITTLE DOG GONE?


  Oh! where is my little dog gone?
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
  With his ears cut short and his tail cut long,
    Oh, where, oh, where can he be?

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                          YOUNG LAMBS TO SELL


  Young Lambs to sell! Young Lambs to sell!
    Young Lambs to sell! Young Lambs to sell!
  If I’d as much money as I could tell
    I would not come here with young Lambs to sell.
        Two for a penny, eight for a groat,
        As fine young Lambs as ever were bought.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                            THREE BLIND MICE


  Three blind mice—see how they run!
  They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
  Who cut off their tails with the carving knife,
  Did you ever hear such a tale in your life
          As three blind mice?

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                         LITTLE POLLY FLINDERS


  Little Polly Flinders
  Sat among the cinders
    Warming her pretty little toes.
  Her mother came and caught her,
  And smacked her little daughter
    For spoiling her nice new clothes.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                        THERE CAME TO MY WINDOW


  There came to my window one morning in Spring
  A sweet little Robin; she came there to sing.
  The tune that she sang, it was prettier far
  Than any I heard on the flute or guitar.

  Her wings she was spreading to soar far away,
  Then resting a moment seemed sweetly to say:
  “Oh happy, how happy the world seems to be!
  Awake, Little Girl and be happy with me!”

  But just as she finished her beautiful song,
  A thoughtless young man with a gun came along.
  He killed and he carried my sweet bird away,
  She no more will sing at the dawn of the day.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                      OVER THE HILLS AND FAR AWAY


  Tom he was a piper’s son,
  He learnt to play when he was young;
  But all the tune that he could play
  Was—“Over the hills and far away.”
    Over the hills and a great way off
    The wind shall blow my top-knot off!

  Tom with his pipe made such a noise
  That he pleased both the girls and boys;
  And they stopped to hear him play
  “Over the hills and far away.”
    Over the hills and a great way off
    The wind shall blow my top-knot off.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                “WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO, MY PRETTY MAID”


  “Where are you going to, my pretty maid?”
  “Where are you going to, my pretty maid?”
  “I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said,
  “Sir,” she said, “Sir,” she said,
  “I’m going a-milking, Sir,” she said.

  “May I go with you, my pretty maid?”
  “You’re kindly welcome, Sir,” she said, etc.

  “What is your father, my pretty maid?”
  “My father’s a farmer, Sir,” she said, etc.

  “What is your fortune, my pretty maid?”
  “My face is my fortune, Sir,” she said, etc.

  “Then I can’t marry you, my pretty maid,”
  “Nobody asked you, Sir,” she said, etc.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                      LONDON BRIDGE IS BROKEN DOWN


  1. London Bridge is broken down,
      Dance over, my Ladye Lea;
    London Bridge is broken down
      With a gay Ladye!

  2. How shall we build it up again
      Dance over, my Ladye Lea;
    How shall we build it up again?
      With a gay Ladye!

  3. Silver and gold will be stole away, etc.

  4. Build it up with iron and steel, etc.

  5. Iron and steel will bend and bow, etc.

  6. Build it up with wood and clay, etc.

  7. Wood and clay will wash away, etc.

  8. Build it up with stone so strong!
      Dance over, my Ladye Lea;
    Huzza, ’twill last for ages long,
      With a gay Ladye!

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                        I HAD A LITTLE NUT TREE


  I had a little Nut Tree,
    Nothing would it bear
  But a Silver Nutmeg
    And a Golden Pear.

  The King of Spain’s daughter
    Came to visit me,
  And all for the sake of
    My little Nut Tree.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]




                        POLLY PUT THE KETTLE ON


  Polly, put the kettle on.
  Polly, put the kettle on.
  Polly, put the kettle on.
    We’ll all have tea.

  Sukey, take it off again.
  Sukey, take it off again.
  Sukey, take it off again.
    They’ve all gone away.

                     [Illustration: (uncaptioned)]

                       WILLEBEEK CHILDREN’S BOOKS
                      with colour illustrations by
                          H. WILLEBEEK LE MAIR

                      WILLEBEEK NURSERY SONG BOOKS
 Full page Illustrations in colour with the original best known Nursery
                                 Songs

  Vol. I.—OUR OLD NURSERY RHYMES
  Vol. II.—LITTLE SONGS OF LONG AGO
  Vol. III.—OLD DUTCH NURSERY RHYMES

                              Other Works

  THE CHILDREN’S CORNER
  LITTLE PEOPLE
    Each book containing 16 Pictures and Verses from Child Life
  SCHUMANN
    Piano Album of Children’s Pieces
  CHILDREN’S POST CARDS
    11 sets of 12 cards
  NURSERY RHYME BOOKS:
    1. GRANNIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
    2. MOTHER’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
    3. AUNTIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
    4. NURSIE’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
    5. DADDY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK
    6. BABY’S LITTLE RHYME BOOK

                          Augener Ltd. London
       David McKay, 604-608 South Washington Square, Philadelphia
                           Printed in England




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