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Peter Pry’sPuppet ShowPart the Second   Here’s johnny Bull From England come,Who boasts of being a sailor,But yankey tars will let him know,He’ll meet with many a Failure.   The Elephant upright and tallDress’d up in Eastern style SirHis efforts here to show himselfI think will make you smile Sir   Here’s Bruin next from Russia come,Dont let him you affright, SirTho in his manner rather... more...

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1 2   ONE TWO Come buckle my Shoe. You lazy Elf! Pray do it yourself. Philadela Pub. and Sold by W. Charles. 3 4   THREE FOUR Shut the door: Let us keep ourselves warm And not think of the storm. 5 6   FIVE SIX I’m picking some sticks, That my mother may make A nice currant Cake. 7 8   SEVEN EIGHT You are... more...

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PENNSYLVANIA Dutch COOKERY In 1683 the Plain Sects began to arrive in William Penn’s Colony seeking a land of peace and plenty. They were a mixed people; Moravians from Bohemia and Moravia, Mennonites from Switzerland and Holland, the Amish, the Dunkards, the Schwenkfelds, and the French Huguenots. After the lean years of clearing the land and developing their farms they established the peace and plenty they sought. These German-speaking... more...

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SLEIGHING SONG.   Hurrah! Hurrah! for the jolly snow!Over it we lightly go:Dear sister is so glad, you see,To have a nice drive in the sleigh with me,To have a nice drive in the sleigh with me—Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah for the ice and cold!Both very young and gay and bold,We fear no snow, we fear no ice,There's naught in the world that is half so nice,There's naught in the world that is half so nice—Hurrah!... more...

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OLD MOTHER HUBBARD AND HER DOG.   Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboard,To give her poor Dog a bone,When she came thereThe cupboard was bare,And so the poor Dog had none. JOHN McLOUGHLIN, Publisher, N. Y.       She went to the Tavern,For white wine and red,When she came backThe Dog stood on his head. She brought him a cakeWhich she bought at the Fair,When she came backThe Dog sat in a chair.    ... more...


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RUFUS MERRILL.   I love the flowers, the fragrant flowers!They’re fairy things to me;They seem like angels sent to bless,And teach of purity. MY FLOWER-POT.   FLOWERS. There is beauty in flowersWhen kissed by the showersThat fall in the bowersOf gardens so fair,When music is tellingIn notes that are swelling,And love is excelling,Aloft in the air.   Birds now are singing,Deep valleys are ringing,And harmony... more...

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embellished with designs. Young Master Pig you here may seeUpon his tender Mother’s kneeNo longer he with patience sucksFor See, he’s cutting both his tusks.   Behold him now in Go Cart safely tiedHis pretty feet go trotting side by sideOld Granny smiles and grunting seems to say“Ce petit prodige c’est moi qui l’ai fait.”   To Master Goat next Pig is sentWhose learning is most excellentBut... more...

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JACK and JILL,Went up the hill,To fetch a pail of water,Jack fell down,And broke his crown,And Jill came tumbling after.   Then up JACK got,And home did trot,As fast as he could caper;DAME GILL did the job,To plaster his nob,With Vinegar and brown paper.   Then JILL came in,And she did grin,To see JACK’S paper plaster,Her mother put her,A fools cap on,For laughing at Jack’s disaster.   This made JILL pout,And she... more...

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Old Mother Duck has hatched a broodOf ducklings, small and callow:Their little wings are short, their downIs mottled gray and yellow.There is a quiet little stream,That runs into the moat,Where tall green sedges spread their leaves,And water-lilies float.Close by the margin of the brook,The old duck made her nest,Of straw, and leaves, and withered grass,And down from her own breast. View larger image And there she sat for four long weeks,In... more...

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In great King Arthur’s reign, Tom’s history first begun;A farmer’s wife had sigh’d in vain to have a darling son!A fairy listen’d to her call, and granted her the same;But being very small, Tom Thumb she did him name.   To please him every means she’d take,And a pudding large did for him make;But in trying to obtain a sip,Into the batter did he slip!The batter in the pot went plump;Tom made the pudding... more...