I had a little nag
    That trotted up and down;
I bridled him, and saddled him,
    And trotted out of town.
If I had a donkey that wouldn't go,
Would I beat him? Oh no, no.
I'd put him in the barn and give him some corn,
The best little donkey that ever was born.

I had a dog
    Whose name was Buff,
I sent him for
    A bag of snuff,
He broke the bag
    And spilt the stuff,
And that was all
    My penny's worth.
    Two little dogs
    Sat by the fire
Over a fender of coal-dust;
    Said one little dog
    To the other little dog,
If you don't talk, why, I must.

Pussy sits beside the fire,
    So pretty and so fair.
In walks the little dog,
    Ah, pussy, are you there?
How do you do, Mistress Pussy?
    Mistress Pussy, how do you do?
I thank you kindly, little dog,
    I'm very well just now.
I love little pussy,
    Her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her
    She'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail,
    Nor drive her away,
But pussy and I
    Very gently will play.
She shall sit by my side,
    And I'll give her some food;
And pussy will love me
    Because I am good.
Pussy cat, pussy cat,
    Where have you been?
I've been to London
    To look at the Queen.

Pussy cat, pussy cat,
    What did you there?
I frightened a little mouse
    Under her chair.

Pussycat, wussicat, with a white foot,
When is your wedding and I'll come to it;
The beer's to brew, and the bread's to bake,
Pussicat, wussicat, don't be too late.

Who's that ringing at my door bell?
    A little pussy cat that isn't very well.
Rub its little nose with a little mutton fat,
    That's the best cure for a little pussy cat.
Mary bad a little lamb,
    It's fleece was white as snow;
And everywhere that Mary went
    The lamb was sure to go.

It followed her to school one day,
    That was against the rule;
It made the children laugh and play
    To see a lamb at school.

And so the teacher turned it out,
    But still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about
    Till Mary did appear.

Why does the lamb love Mary so?
    The eager children cry;
Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,
    The teacher did reply.

Little Betty Pringle, she had a pig,
It was not very little and not very big;
When it was alive it lived in clover,
But now it's dead and that's all over.

Johnny Pringle, he sat down and cried;
Betty Pringle, she lay down and died;
So there was an end of one, two, three,
Johnny Pringle he, Betty Pringle she,
    And Piggy Wiggy.

I had a little pony,
    His name was Dapple Gray;
I lent him to a lady
    To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
    She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now,
    For all the lady's hire.

Dame Trot and her cat
    Sat down for a chat;
The Dame sat on this side,
    And puss sat on that.

Puss, says the Dame,
    Can you catch a rat,
Or a mouse in the dark?
    Purr, says the cat.

Oh where, oh where has my little dog gone?
    Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his tail cut short and his ears cut long,
    Oh where, oh where is he?


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