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H eury Ric1|ar^

E^ie< ^ Lauriat    Boston    l88l


Estes Sc, Lauria’p.




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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^ 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 ?

boat, cplderv ringletjs l^al Jail and JLoci/l, cap and a lajjely coal/, you/ are brirujirvcj lo roe.

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 fsilp ort Wje arj^arj' oj" T^e ji^xruj lourrv,

ookuiu auray to pea/.

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 ;siyiilrs darkly do urn ter llje pummer day.    w.    ^

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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.


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.


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.

“Mr. Sparrow-piper Tup, we intend on you to sup I”

Said the eldest little Tiger very sweetly. But this naughty aged cook, just remarking “only look I”

Chopped the little Tiger’s head off very neatly.

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.



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


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.


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.


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”


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 !”


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 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?”


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.


A Legend of

Lake Okee-


l^ere once cxxxs a. frocj,

JlfncL l}e lu-ecL in a koq, i|n ilje tanks opJLalie


1-V) c coord h o fUje soruj ija.'L Ije stvnxj a II day lovuj X^ere Croakeiy croakelv croaky.

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



Jp cd.cl tije frog. $L have fc ttjal rriy Ivfe s dai ty


%rt UyiS place is

exceedingly pokyfy.. j§>o ao lonyer Jfli stop,

["tly oo'ulL bop Jp*03ocvfrom, jfeake ^|l<ee jinokee.

oad mocking bird aischeince overheard

Obe[ rocj as 1)c spokee.

Jjtnu Vie said., JIT It my life

JpVoG) and j| \Ae been <

Jits aie live gL by Jk,a keiN^ee jinokee.

Jf see

go this load raockirug -bird, ©^l11)OuI 8 ay mg aaoord,

Ilo | leco to a tree ooi^icl} cocts

jjndl on.xi.ly I) e sa,n^,

ill ool^ole jorest rang, Hi)!'C|roalcely croa,kely croaky!

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ip jumpecl.4'acky frost, J|VigI pinc^eol l^er little nose.

like e cl JTc

a ro s e.


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.

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.


jlUi-o’Ue- Mfisp'

boro me your Lantern irue1 '@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.


■®§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

ori8oixlg.y Jerks

I|^e J'ou.ejljt witV) juries,

erjoT'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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fiiM.freJ. W Ililc

|^l)e mecrriedl a^JVig(T)t,

ijje cetXLeeL Tjiirt Jjer eLecrlirt^, I) er eliLok cvt4,el


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|§Vmx<irrvott) er's criiXcV).


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?


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 mj 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.








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.






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.


^cO/cl lj)e laoy loll)e Vrookl^aiooecs rippling eccoecy,

■ little lorook, pretty trook.ooill you, aol stcoy ? Il'k stety to it]) me1 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. m8 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 of 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.