In my nursery
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 Excerpt: ... calyx, Rosy Posy, Put on your calyx and come with me; For if you are my daughter, it stands to reason, Your own Mother Rosebush I must be. THE FIVE LITTLE PRINCESSES. Five little princesses ...
MoreThis historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1890 Excerpt: ... calyx, Rosy Posy, Put on your calyx and come with me; For if you are my daughter, it stands to reason, Your own Mother Rosebush I must be. THE FIVE LITTLE PRINCESSES. Five little princesses started off to school, Following their noses, because it was the rule; But one nose turned up, and another nose turned down, So all these little princesses were lost in the town. Poor little princesses cannot find their way. Naughty little noses, to lead them astray! Poor little princesses, sadly they roam; Naughty little noses, pray lead them home! THE HORNET AND THE BEE. 117 THE HORNET AND THE BEE. Said the hornet to the bee, "Pray you, will you marry me? Will you be my little wife, For to love me all my life? You shall have a velvet cloak, And a bonnet with a poke. You shall sit upon a chair With a cabbage in your hair. You shall ride upon a horse, If you fancy such a course. You shall feed on venison pasty In a manner trig and tasty; Devilled bones and apple-cores, If you like them, shall be yours. You shall drink both rum and wine, If you only will be mine. Pray you, will you marry me?" Said the hornet to the bee. Said the bee unto the hornet, "Your proposal, sir, I scorn it. Marry one devoid of money, Who can't make a drop of honey? Cannot even play the fiddle, And is pinched up in the middle? Nay, my love is set more high. Cockychafcr's bride am I. Cockychafer whirring loud, Frisking free and prancing proud, Cockychafer blithe and gay, He hath stole my heart away. IIim alone I mean to marry, So no longer you need tarry. Not another moment stay! Cockychafer comes this way. Your proposal, sir, I scorn it!" Said the bee unto the hornet. So the cockychafer came, Took the bee to be his dame. Took the bee to be his wife, For to love her all his life...
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