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Identifier: boydsmithmothergsmit (find matches)
Title: The Boyd Smith Mother Goose
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Smith, E. Boyd (Elmer Boyd), 1860-1943, ill Elmendorf, Lawrence
Subjects: Nursery rhymes
Publisher: New York : G.P. Putnam's Sons
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
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t mentioned sinner. Brave as a lion, too, was he ; One day he soundly thrashedA Bully-Pig who brutally A small Pigs hat had smashed. And then the little Pig he ledAway from that Pig vile, And purchased for his ill-used headA hat of recent style. The fourth Pig through his whole career No roast beef ever had.In books he would not persevere, Which made his Mother sad. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 97 All day about the streets went he, And scattered orange-peel,Upsetting old pigs frequently, Who on it set a heel. Until a Police-Pig, Number Two,Him into a prison cast, And so this flagrant Pig unto,A bad end came at last. And now my pen (my pig-pen?)Unto the fifth Pig comes, He on the banjo loved to play,And partial was to drums. A linguist excellent was he, Likewise, and when addressed,In French, would promptly say, Wee ! wee With manners self-possessed. P EG, Peg, with a wooden leg,Her father was a miller;He tossed the dumpling at her head,And said he could not kill her. 98 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES
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A CARRION Crow sat on an Oak,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,Watching a tailor make his cloak;Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. Wife, bring me my old bent bow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do,That I may shoot yon carrion crow;Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion crow,Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. The tailor he shot, but he missed his mark, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do, And shot the old sow quite through the heart; Sing heigh, sing ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 99
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