Mother Goose or the Old Nursery Rhymes   By: Kate Greenaway (1846-1901)

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Mother Goose.

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MOTHER GOOSE or the OLD NURSERY RHYMES

Illustrated by KATE GREENAWAY

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LONDON FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. LTD AND NEW YORK

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PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN 368.456

[Illustration: Dedicated to Lily and Eddie.]

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CONTENTS

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Hark! hark! the dogs bark 9 Little Jack Horner, sat in a corner 10 There was an old woman 11 Diddlty, diddlty, dumpty 12 We're all jolly boys 13 To market, to market to buy a plum cake 14 Elsie Marley has grown so fine 15 Daffy down dilly has come up to town 16 Jack Sprat could eat no fat 17 Lucy Locket, lost her pocket 18 Cross Patch, lift the latch 19 Johnny shall have a new bonnet 20 There was a little boy and a little girl 21 Draw a pail of water 22 Jack and Jill 23 Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep 24 Polly put the kettle on 25 Little Tommy Tittlemouse 26 Tell Tale Tit 27 Goosey, goosey, gander 28 Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going? 29 Mary, Mary, quite contrary 30 Bonny lass, pretty lass, wilt thou be mine? 31 A dillar, a dollar 32 Little Betty Blue 33 Billy boy blue, come blow me your horn 34 Girls and boys come out to play 35 Here am I, little jumping Joan 36 Ride a cock horse 37 Rock a bye baby 38 Little Tom Tucker 39 Little Miss Muffet 40 Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall 41 See Saw Jack in the hedge 42 Little lad, little lad 43 As I was going up Pippin Hill 44 Little maid, little maid 45 My mother, and your mother 46 All around the green gravel 47 One foot up, the other foot down 48 Georgie Peorgie, pudding and pie 49 As Tommy Snooks and Bessie Brooks 50 Tom, Tom, the piper's son 51 Ring a ring a roses 52

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Hark! hark! the dogs bark, The beggars are coming to town; Some in rags and some in tags, And some in a silken gown. Some gave them white bread, And some gave them brown, And some gave them a good horse whip, And sent them out of the town.

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Little Jack Horner sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum, And said, oh! what a good boy am I.

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There was an old woman Lived under a hill; And if she's not gone, She lives there still.

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Diddlty, diddlty, dumpty, The cat ran up the plum tree, Give her a plum, and down she'll come, Diddlty, diddlty, dumpty.

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We're all jolly boys, and we're coming with a noise, Our stockings shall be made Of the finest silk, And our tails shall trail the ground.

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To market, to market, to buy a plum cake, Home again, home again, market is late; To market, to market, to buy a plum bun, Home again, home again, market is done.

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