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Published
Bolton 1881
By
IVSTES H I^ATII^IAT
5oi Wafhington St .
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COPYRIGHTED IBSI
BY
Estes Sc, Lauria’p.
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PHIL’S SECRET.
I know a little girl,
But I won’t telLwho !
Her hair is of the gold,
And her eyes are of the blue.
Her smile is of the sweet,
And her heart is of the true.
Such a pretty little girl!—
But I won’t tell who.
I see her every day,
But I Won’t tell where !
It may be in the lane,
By the thorn-tree there.
It may be in the garden,
By the rose-buds fair.
Such a pretty little girl!—
But I won’t tell where.
I’ll marry her some day,
But I won’t tell when !
The very smallest boys
Make the very biggest men
When I’m as tall as father,
You may ask about it then.
Such a pretty little girl!—
But I won’t tell when.


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b
Ip Mwwwvia
fJ ^ok»laily J>oo, tije kimj so jree,
J||e os eel to eLruxk ti^e fp^ctncjo ^ea.
J|l|eLngo llS ecu anxsl (jt,o j"jee too,
J|>e drank tijem lootljUlLIj is noselumjeellalLic.


f|ยงoUy]3olum|) r tl)e micenso
|ike use el to coii tl}c Q umi) oJjiKe,
0(Vuri bo JlKe cmd C^imbo cctkc,
%\)<z ede tljembotl) till^er leeli) duiLrecstk


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3l.oklDily %o anti tl^ollyjaotumj?,
ctol) called ll;e oilier a greedy pnxmfo.
Jpfndl coljen U)e.se lerrilole coords were said,
sul and cried 1 ill I bey laoll) cuere
dead.



^ bile -wui-gs over tj?e water',
JP^lulleruicj, j'tatleri-nxj over
t^e ^ea/,
p ouer ll;e uialer,
are .you, bmujuxcj
lo rrve ?
carjr, JWavry pruvcekuv,
ailwcj, ^il^er \o me,
jfck and sulvn cuul veWeV,
are yea. com-VTvq Xo ^ee?
LvUle £)wL "Uv cl ca-lico cjoun-v,
^avr and eveg oj' du^ky trowrv,
0 f silp ort Wje arj^arj' oj" T^e ji^xruj lourrv,
ookuiu auray to pea/.
boat,
cplderv
ringletjs l^al Jail
and JLoci/l,
cap and a lajjely coal/,
you/ are brirujirvcj lo roe.


\ golderv ^uubeatrvs,
rrve nour ur 1U7 ^you-r wands of tjold
VJI^^Ciixe cl becudujlil princess ,
I I bej;olcL.
Jllu* un-d ^vlirer
and erm-irue Jvne,
^PSliamorvd drops VJ?cd
/lasl? cuid-gl^ine,
$o sl;ull |j| me el
pruice oj 1 mine,
Wairer ll)an may be


£j
«
■ ~i. :•
iPijile coincj s ouer lije coaler,
jTluAterirtcj euei* Jai’tVjer ate ay.
^JDark clouds sbrou tii n cj line survla earns,
23/ulXerb utlcL cold aivd q ray'. ->**-
Jllack ^ cjo in iruy calico cjoton ,
Jp ack lo lljeJjU/t in, llje |°i sV)i ruj locon
Ir^nd oh ! but ilje mxjl)l ;siyiil r s darkly do urn
ter llje pummer day. w . ^
v -v" v- v ■ ^ - >- vc-
-~r


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THE SEVEN LITTLE TIGERS
AND THE AGED COOK.
Seven little Tigers they sat them in a row,
Their seven little dinners for to eat,
And each of the troop had a little plate of soup,
The effect of which was singularly neat.


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They were feeling rather cross, for they hadn’t any
sauce,
To eat with their pudding or their pie.
So they rumpled up their hair in a spasm of despair,
And vowed that the aged cook should die.
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“Mr. Sparrow-piper Tup, we intend
on you to sup I”
Said the eldest little Tiger very sweetly.
But this naughty aged cook, just re
marking “only look I”
Chopped the little Tiger’s head off
very neatly.
Then they called the aged cook,
and a frying-pan they took
To fry him very nicely for their
supper.
He was ninety-six years old, on
authority I’m told,
And his name was Peter Sparrow-
piper Tupper.
Then he said unto the rest, it has always been confessed
That a tiger’s better eating than a man.
So I’ll fry him for you now, and you all will find, I trow,
That to eat him will be much the better plan.
So they tried it in a trice, and found that it was nice,
And with rapture they embraced one another.
And they said “by hook or crook we must keep this
aged cook,”
So we’ll ask him to become our elder brother.
Which they accordingly did.



Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
With her little pipkin,
Sat by the fireside a-warming of her toes.
Fat Mrs. Wobblechin,
With her little doublechin,
Sat by the window a-cooling of her nose.
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Says this one to that one,
“O! you silly fat one,
Will you shut the window down? you’re freezing
me to death?”
Says that one to t’other one,
“Good gracious, how you bother one! [breath.”
There isn’t air enough for me to draw my precious


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Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,
Took her little pipkin,
Threw it straight across the room as hard as she
could throw.
Hit Mrs. Wobblechin
On her little doublechin,
And out of the window a-tumble she did go.



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THE LITTLE COSSACK
The tale of the little Cossack,
Who lived by the river Don.
He sat on a sea-green hassock,
And his grandfather’s name was John,
. His grandfather’s name was John, my dears,
* And he lived upon bottled stout,
And when he was found to be not at home,
He was frequently found to be out.


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OaiU-J
The tale of the little Cossack,
He sat by the river side,
And wept when he heard the people say
That his hair was probably dyed,
That his hair was probably dyed, my dears,
And his teeth were undoubtedly sham,
“If this be true,” quoth the little Cossack,
“What a poor little thing I am I”


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The tale of the little Cossack,
He sat by the river’s brim,
And he looked at the little fishes,
And the fishes looked back at him,
The fishes looked back at him, my dears,
And winked at him, which was wuss,
“If this be true, my friend.’’thfey said,
“You’d better come down to us.”
The tale of the little Cossack,
He said “you are doubtless right;
Though drowning is not a becoming death,
For it makes one look like a fright.
If my lovely teeth be crockery,
And my hair of Tyrian dye,
Then life is a bitter mockery,
And no more of it will I !”


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The tale of the little Cossack,
He drank of the stout so brown:
Then put his toes in the water,
And the fishes dragged him down.
And the people threw in his hassock,
And likewise his grandfather John,
And there was an end of the family,
On the banks of the river Don.


LITTLE BROWN BOBBY.
Little brown Bobby sat on the barn floor,
Little brown Bossy looked in at the door,
Little brown Bobby said “Lackadayl
Who’ll drive me this little brown Bossy away?”


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Little brown Bobby said “Shoo! shoo! shoo!”
Little brown Bossy said “Moo! moo! moo!”
This frightened them so that both of them cried,
And wished they were back at their Mammy’s side.


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A Legend
of
Lake Okee-
finokee
l^ere once cxxxs a. frocj,
JlfncL l}e lu-ecL in a koq,
i|n ilje tanks op JLalie
0keefutol<ee.
1-V) c coord h o fUje soruj
ija.'L Ije stvnxj a II day lovuj
X^ere Croakeiy croakelv croaky.


Jp cd.cl tije frog. $L have fc
ttjal rriy Ivfe s dai ty
n
%rt UyiS place is
exceedingly pokyfy..
jยง>o ao lonyer Jfli stop,
["tly oo'ulL bop
Jp*03ocvfrom, jfe ake ^|l<ee jinokee.
oad mocking bird
aischeince overheard
Obe[ rocj as 1 )c spokee.
Jjtnu Vie said., JIT It my life
JpVoG) and j| \ A e been <
Jits aie live gL by Jk,a keiN^ee jinokee.
Jf see
Mock
lance
IGLTLCe
at Gi gju
fere's a capital. cl-^c
JPbr lo plcuy jjun a.practical jobee.
fio 1 IL oenlure lo say
at V)e s^altnot today
Jfeav-e \\)e hccrtks of*
lfake'1/k eej'vnokee


FINOK
’j:
go this load raockirug -bird,
©^l11)OuI 8 ay mg aaoord,
Ilo | leco to a tree ooi^icl} cocts
oalcy.
jjndl on.xi.ly I) e sa,n^,
ill ool^ole jorest rang,
Hi)!'C|roalcely croa,kely croaky!
Jltsl^e coo-rVlcd aS Horitj ,
‘|l| : &sIerIProq came etlong,
lyis pipe jor to smokei?.,
JJnd l)e said ’Lis sonic frog
feds escaped jrorn ~tH)e boGj
0 {’ ^Wefuxokceftito kee.


fino & e :


LEGEND
EEFINCMEE
JJaelllje Leui mocking bird
mcL liooo very aksurd
d tielie)^tfuL a practical joke
“ixl 1 m ^tsipjjy lo say
e 0.3 as drowi'teeL iKe next clay,


1 . ..... . 1
Iacky
I ROST
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acky jfrost; JTa cky
^ r ejo t a ro urid the l^ouse,
@) ly as a silver fox.
i it as a mou.se.
#ul 1 t ill e<J)fe it n y came,
like
e cl JTc
a ro s e.
ip jumpecl.4'acky frost,
J|VigI pinc^eol l^er little nose.



THE THREE FISHERS
JPr&clci'ie k curul ftcwy
» j^-tceL once cl V)oLel<v/;
rt ti^ey ajouyldcjo ci -ji,sl^vn^
JHo merry u net so e^cty.
)cycoculto fis \rj jor salmon ,
llljjese Ultle children. l^ree,-
J U -) b8 hr elW j-j id vi r c
ml intLy plc\vr\.Ly see.


^WAV
wasiiot mtbe ocean,
Trt|or fro m tbe river sbore,
^ nt in the monstrous ooater-butt
©'utside tl^e kticl^endoor.
^ j-Trid Jol^n l^e I? ad ofisl^-hook,
Mrm JVed acrooKed pm,
£|Vid ||lenry l^ad fyis sisters net,
xjnd t^oug^t it a)as no sin.


tlp^ey climtael?up on the ladder
®ill t^>ey the top did com ;
^,OTid. tl^en trj>ey perched upontlje edge,
^[nd tl;en did begin.
jBJizt V>oco tfyeir fishing prospered,
Iflrvf they did it ooell,
(Sr if tl?ey caught tl?e salmon,
|jf oannoi , cannot tell.


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e|,&)0fi not trjere, you. krtooo,
JUni. J[ can only secy
loo cocnl a.-|Ls^iiuj
•tl bI ea.8 ei'ii t summer wlcty
it COCiW
or « ruItiiou
THOU 8
nit it no g s
004 A 0
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To roRTuNfgr |
o the
jlUi-o’Ue- Mfisp'
boro me your Lantern irue 1
'@t’er tbe meadow and ooer lipe kill.
fUlyfll folio w you.
lieecr I 11 murmur nor ask lo rest,
JUnd ei?erjf 11jje your Jriend,
X! you’ll only gi/pe me tjje poi oj gold
lies at your journey’s end.


JlaSij^lecl j? is lantern. true.
w^e? ii?e rneadooo and ower the jnll,
j||co ay and away U/l COO .
JpEnd away and a®ay cocni llpe poor little toy,
< 3fVucigin$ along so bold,
Jj[ nd ijnnl^uxg oj rioiicfl bul tije journey's end,
Jlli'ld li)« woaderj'ul jool oj[ cjold.
J J


■®§il L - o -Xl)e- cms p, (f!|) ill - o'-1£) c-Wisja,
JlHeeo dooorvXo a lonely 8 oo tvrrvp
MiG put out If) l » Ux/atern an cl- imntsl^ecl eiroay
J[rt Xlrje coen.trig cjjvtl cmd detrap.
W[Ttd tr)e~poor Little poy cocrtt sl)YUermej rjorae,
^jfet ctad Xxred artel coui.
)e ir)ad come, alas! to qis joivmeys enel:
juX wlQcrc was tpe pot of gold


uW)Qnr^rVnyy\nnrtiw
Pe Xo8*t i)is Vjeecel,
Mrtel put ed/urirvvp oninstead.
Js^vX then, etl) me !
Mi e co~u,ld not see
ยง|o ^Qe tl)ou.e) h|t it coas mg lyt,
artd l)e ooervtto "bed


ori8oixlg.y Jerks
I|^e J'ou.ejljt witV) juries,
erj oT'tTbmg rrveuny wo rveLerj'uL works.
%e kilXeel over
r) muxAjz el ein-el V) <stu_^ \j ty
Jl[n,cL cu-t ojy lljeir V; e ads wv.ll) srruie s
euael srrtirks.
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Win i
FRED
White
fiiM.freJ. W Ililc
|^l)e mecrriedl a^JVig(T)t,
ijje cetXLeeL Tjiirt Jjer eLecrlirt^, I) er eliLok cvt4,el
ebsliejj)t.
ifj)e laecck oj^ |)18 Jj eecel
(ecs so lovely, »l)e s,etleL,
elecj^leel I)er soul- cuxcL en/retplu/reel
|)©r sigfijl.


HArri
a/vrieX ^uXcV) ,
er cortdact coos siixV),
ct vurtclc verrteurli e d it ooovil*! cortcjvter*
"tV)C B^XcU ,
c "boiXeeL ^)ep rteoolDOTvrvet
laree^kfetsteel ort it,
rtcL TO^e to t^}c moon, ortl^er
l|ยงVmx<irrvott) er's criiXcV).


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little Lot?© lies"L ~l©oeLy rrvirve,
l^ect a])edl |i[ 8 and Jo r your rxsoLerttirLG ?
, unmer cctvcL JTo wers ecrej'.ccr clco ecy,
!§lo omy old Ulmler is kin^ ioelecy,
pSuds- cjoiHTvotloloco, et/rtel stxix will rtot
n , sl)irte.
^|)eti s!)CoUj jl[ do jor ec weU^ervlirte?



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jjfrilhee, Si. l^stXcivlin-a lelL rrve |)er e ,
Wj}y do you come ect l])is time o’yeeor?
J^lenly oj decys nsl^en, lilies eore rajjile,
plenty oj *decys ml^en, sunbeams ecre WiejVtt.
Jlul TtoTO^ljeneweryll^inej’s decrlc ecnd dreecr
m j do ^0x1 come , § 1 . ^wdeTvtirve ele eor ?


Jye settrcljeel tJjc qetrelens ecll tl)rouejl) ttrul
J|&or a Wusl to toll of lay love so true.
Jputl^ueU fetre eusleep ttvi^L blossoms ecre eleatl,
J0[riiL ll)e snow beetis tlonm on- my poor
little T}eeoeL
little loveliest lecely mine ,
re is my })efcirl Jor your veclenline.


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1
THE PALACE
It’s far away under the water,
And it’s far away under the sea,
There’s a beautiful palace awaiting
For my little Rosy and me.
The roof is made of coral,
And the floor is made of pearl,
And over it all the great waves fall
With a terrible tumble and whirl.
The fishes swim in at the window,
And the fishes swim out at the door,
And the lobsters and eels go dancing quadrilles
All over the beautiful floor.
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And I will sit on the silver throne,
And Rosy shall sit on the gold;
And there we will stay, and frolic and play,
Until we’re a thousand years old.


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fill
r
\LL (/
^cO/cl lj)e laoy loll)e Vrookl^aiooecs rippling eccoecy,
■ little lorook, pretty trook.ooill you, aol stcoy ?
Il'k stety to it]) me 1 plecy oovti) me ! eclL tlje eUty lonuej
_[(iteL sin.0 itl rrvy eecrs your sweet Tiutrmurinej 8oncy
gcud' tl)e Wook to t])e Inoy ets it Tyurrieol eccoecy,
JKjlcL is't j*or ray masic you. etsk me to stay ?
Iweta ailent imtil from tlje l^itlsuie J gushed.
IllJjoulct Jf pew,u»eJor euo. Liostctrut, my son| would
lae V)us])eel.


‘UtedeL ijjelooy to tlje wind tl^oL ooc^s jlittteriiag petal,
”#1}! little win el, pretty cornel, ooljitl^er so J^eist ?
#K aiety will^Trte- pleiy toil!} me • JWn my l^ol loroco,
Sacl eser breed}) e softly euxel gently as now.
<^caelt])e coinel to ij)e boy ets it i^umeel etooety,
^^pfrteL is’t Jormy coolness you etsk me to stay.
m 8 only mflyine| yoaj’eelmy cool Vreat])!
JUpeu^se Jor an, insiant, ti^eJl insteuxl
ooere dealt).’’


t|)e lacy lo tye ticty U)al eoets ^lirryirtcj loy,
^Hiy liiile cloy; pretty elcay, co^y mu-slyou-J*ly?
slety 03vli) me, piety ooilj) me, jusl a» yoix ecre
feh no sljouelooo o f euoniacj your noon loricjV)'lvtcss mar
lusL llje cWylall)e Wy as it jjurrieoL aaocvy,
£nd isVfor my ls>rvg])lrve8s you. et«k me lo elety ?
Unow/tljejecoel of eletycoouXd rtoloixger seem Wig(]}l,
If& coere rvol clctapeeLrounel ley lj")e setUiuj oj*n.igj])l.


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