Ge eae,

Unlicensed Victualler.

HERE was an old woman, and what do you think ?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink ;
But though victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,
This funny old lady would never be quiet.

At the reason I think we may give a shrewd guess,

For she ever was eating some horrible mess,—

Munching apples and nuts, and things out of the question,
For folks without teeth and an impaired digestion.

As to drink, though her liquors were quite the right sort, .
She for ever was taking far more than she ought ;

So that now from her feelings, from drink and from diet,
The wonder had been if she could have kept quiet.

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Little Boy Blue.

ITTLE Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn.
Where’s the little boy that looks after the sheep ?
He’s under the haycock fast asleep.
The little boy blew till he bursted his horn,
But no sheep nor cow cared, for they’re all in the corn.

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Baby Bunting.

ABY Baby Bunting, father’s gone a-hunting,
To catch a little rabbit-skin to put the baby bunting in.
When the rabbit-skin circled the sweet baby fair,
‘Sure,’ the father exclaimed, ‘it is my son and heir !’