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Ring o' Roses: A Nursery Rhyme Picture Book

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<h2>LITTLE BO-BEEP</h2> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/bo1.gif" alt="bo1" /> Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,   And can't tell where to find them; Leave them alone, and they'll come home,   And bring their tails behind them. Little Bo-peep fell fast asleep,   And dreamt she heard them bleating; But when she awoke, she found it a joke,   For they were still a-fleeting. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/bo3.gif" alt="bo3" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/bo2.jpg" alt="bo2" /> Then up she took her little crook,   Determined for to find them; She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed,   For they'd left all their tails behind 'em. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/bo4.gif" alt="bo4" /> <h2>RING O' ROSES</h2> Ring a ring o' roses,   A pocket full of posies; <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/ring1.jpg" alt="ring1" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/ring2.gif" alt="ring2" /> Hush! hush! hush!   And we all tumble down. <h2>THERE WAS A LITTLE MAN</h2> There was a little man, And he had a little gun, And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead; <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/little1.gif" alt="little1" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/little2.jpg" alt="little2" /> He went to the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head, head, head. He carried it home To his old wife Joan, And bid her a fire for to make, make, make; To roast the little duck He had shot in the brook, And he'd go and fetch her the drake, drake, drake. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/little3.gif" alt="little3" /> <h2>GOOD KING ARTHUR</h2> When good king Arthur ruled this land,   He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal,   To make a bag-pudding. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/arthur1.gif" alt="arthur1" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/arthur2.jpg" alt="arthur2" /> A bag-pudding the king did make,   And stuffed it well with plums; And in it put great lumps of fat,   As big as my two thumbs. The king and queen did eat thereof,   And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat that night, <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/arthur3.jpg" alt="arthur3" />   The queen next morning fried. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/arthur4.gif" alt="arthur4" /> <h2>HICKETY PICKETY MY BLACK HEN</h2> Hickety, pickety, my black hen,   She lays eggs for gentlemen; <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/hen1.gif" alt="hen1" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/hen2.jpg" alt="hen2" /> Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/hen3.gif" alt="hen3" /> <h2>COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO</h2> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/cock1.gif" alt="cock1" /> Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling-stick, And don't know what to do. Cock-a-doodle-doo! What is my dame to do? Till master finds his fiddling-stick, She'll dance without her shoe. Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame has lost her shoe, And master's found his fiddling-stick; Sing doodle-doodle-doo! <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/cock2.jpg" alt="cock2" /> Cock-a-doodle-doo! My dame will dance with you, While master fiddles his fiddling-stick, For dame and doodle-doo. Cock-a-doodle-doo! Dame has lost her shoe; Gone to bed and scratched her head, And can't tell what to do. <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/cock3.gif" alt="cock3" /> <h2>WEE WILLIE WINKIE</h2> Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/wee1.gif" alt="wee1" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/wee2.jpg" alt="wee2" /> Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, "Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight o'clock?" <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/wee3.gif" alt="wee3" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/endpaper2.gif" alt="endpaper2" /> <ANTIMG class="images" src="images/endpage.gif" alt="endpage" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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