If a man who turnips cries,Cries not when his father dies,It is a proof that he would ratherHave a turnip than his father. GAME RHYME. Trip and go, heave and hoe,Up and down, to and fro;From the town to the grove,Two and two let us rove,A Maying, a playing;Love hath no gainsaying;So merrily trip… … I will sing you a songOf the days that are long,Of the woodcock and the sparrow,Of the little dog that burnt his tail,And she shall be whipt to-morrow. 27
Nursery rhymes
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