Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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	One a penny, two a penny, hot cross-buns; If your daughters do not like them, give them to your sons. But if you should have none of these pretty little elves, You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves.
	€ had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell, I gave him some work and he did it very well; I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin; I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, He tumbled down and fell in a rage; I sent him to the cellar, to draw a pot of beer,' He came up again and said there was none there.