Sparkli n g at once i s ev ’ ry e ye ,
Ship ahoy ! ship ahoy o ur ! o yf ul cry ;
Whi l e an s weri n g back the so unds we hear,
Ship ahoy ! ship ahoy ! what che e r what cheer
Then sai ls are back’ d, we ne are r co me ,
Kind wor ds ar e said of friends an d home ;
And soon, too soon, we part wi th pain,
To sai l o ’ e r si lent se as again .
A barki n g dog sel dom bite s .
A bir d i n the hand is wor th t wo in the bus h.
A cat may l ook at a king.
A chip of the o ld bl ock .
A day afte r the fai r .
A fool an d his money ar e soon pamd.
A f o ol may as k mor e questions in an hour than a wi s e man can ans wer i n seven years .
A fool may make money, but i t needs a man t o spend i t .
A fr iend i n need i s a fr iend indeed .
A good gar den may have some weeds .
A good workma n is known by hi s chips .
A har d begi n n ing makes a good endin g.
Thr ee li t tl e kittens lost thei r mi t te n s,
And they began t o cry
0 mother dear , we very much fear
That we have l ost o ur mitt ens .
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Lo st your mi t te ns , yo u naughty kitten s !
Then yo u shall have no pie .
Mo e - o w , me e - o w, me e - o w !
And w e can have n o pi e .
Me e - o w , me e - o w , m e e - o w l
On ce I saw a li t tl e bir d
Come hop, hop, hop ;
So I cried, Li t tl e bird,
Will yo u st o p, stop, stop
An d was going to the window
To say, Ho w do yo u do ? ”
But he s hook hi s lit tl e tai l ,
And far away he flew .
On e misty, moisty morning,
When cl oudy was the weathe r,
I chanced to me e t an o l d man
Cl othed all i n leather ;
He be ga n to compliment,
An d I began to gri n ,
How do yo u do, an d How do yo u do , And How do yo u do ” again !
Peter Pipe r picked a pe e k of pickled peppe rs ;
A peck o f pickled pepper s Peter Piper picked ;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickl ed pepper s, Wher e ’ s the pe e k of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked
Rid a cock- hors e to Banbur y- cro ss
To se e an o l d l ady upon a white hor se ,
Ri n gs on he r fingers , an d bell s on he r toes,
An d so she makes music wher ever she goes .
Thr ee wi se me n of Gotham
Went to se a in a bowl ;
If the bowl had been stro nger ,
My song woul d ha ve been l onge r .
See, saw, sacr a do wn , Which i s the w ay to London town
On e foot up, the other foot down,
And that is the way to London town .
Simpl e Simon me t a pieman
Going to the fair ;