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Denslow's MOTHER GOOSE

Denslow's

MOTHER

GOOSE

Being the old familiar rhymes and jingles of MOTHER GOOSE edited and illustrated

W. W. Denslow.

1901 McClure, Phillips & Company Publishers NEW YORK

his book is dedicated to Ann Waters Denslow

with much love and gratitude for her help in its making.

Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall; All the king's horses, and all the king's men Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again. (an egg)

Mistress Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row.

Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting, He'll never get this rabbit's ski To wrap the baby bunting in.

Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And he took out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"

Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he: He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.

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