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The Little Sour Old Maid.

HERE was a little man, and he loved a little maid,
- But she had a little temper, of which he was afraid ;
For she hurried him, and scurried him, whenever they went out,
And flurried him, and worried him, and kept him still in doubt,
That he almost lost his senses through this wicked little maid:
For she never pleased him, but ever teased him,
Though she loved him as her life ;
Till, lo! he departed, and left her broken-hearted.
She ne’er became his wife ;
But single lived, and single died, a little sour old maid.
MORAL.

Now had she but had wisdom, her little tongue had tarried,
And cherished up its sweetness until she had got married.

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Freddy Rickets.

ITTLE Freddy Rickets
Caught blackbeetles and crickets
In a yellow pie-dish.
Close to the grate he'd stick it,
With beer to tentice the cricket,
Up steps of wood cut widish.

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The Little Man and Gun.

HERE was a little man, and he had a little gun,
A comical old fellow and very full of fun ;
He composed his own gunpowder, cast his bullets out of lead,
Aimed at the wig of Johnny Sprig, and knocked it off his head,
And declares ’twas for a wager when he boasts of what befel,
Saying, ‘Am I not as good a shot as famous William Tell ?’