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Christine C. Crocker

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Meaghan's Mother Goose Page

Meaghan Brie-anne Crocker
2 years old June 26, 2000

Mother Goose for Meaghan


Sleep, Baby, sleep,
Our cottage vale is deep.
The little lamb is on the green,
With woolly fleece so soft and clean.
Sleep, Baby, sleep.

Sleep, Baby, sleep,
Down where the woodbines creep.
Be always like the lamb so mild,
A kind and sweet and gentle child.
Sleep, Baby, sleep.

DANCE TO YOUR DADDIE Dance to your daddie, My bonny little lassie, Dance to your daddie, My bonny little lamb. You shall get a fishie On a little dishie, You shall get a fishie When the boat comes hame! Dance to your daddie, My bonny little lassie, Dance to your daddie, And to your mammie sing! You shall get a coatie, A bonny yellow coatie, You shall get a coatie When the boat comes in!
DANCE, LITTLE BABY Dance, little Baby, dance up high, Never mind, Baby, Mother is by. Crow and caper, caper and crow, There little Baby, there you go. Up to the ceiling, down to the ground. Backwards and forwards, round and round. Dance, little Baby, and Mother will sing, With the merry coral, ding, ding, ding!
WHAT ARE LITTLE BOYS MADE OF? What are little boys made of? What are little boys made of? Snips and snails, and puppy dogs' tails, That's what little boys are made of. What are little girls made of? What are little girls made of? Sugar and spice, and all things nice, That's what little girls are made of.
LITTLE MAID "Little maid, pretty maid, whither goest thou?" "Down in the forest to milk my cow." "Shall I go with thee?" "No, not now; When I send for thee, then come thou."
POOR ROBIN The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor Robin do then? Poor thing! He'll sit in a barn, And to keep himself warm Will hide his head under his wing. Poor, thing.
COCK CROW Cocks crow in the morn To tell us to rise. And he who lies late Will never be wise. For early to bed And early to rise, Is the way to be healthy And wealthy and wise.
GREAT A and BOUNCING B Great A, little a, Bouncing B. Cat's in the cupboard And can't see Me!
HO, MY KITTEN Ho my kitten, a kitten. And ho! My kitten, my deary! Such a sweet pet as this Was neither far nor neary. Here we go up, up, up, Here we go down, down, down; Here we go backwards and forwards, And here we go round, round, round.
THE KILKENNY CATS There were once two cats of Kilkenny, Each though there was one cat too many; So they fought and they fit And they scratched and they bit, Til' excepting their nails And the tips of their tails, Instead of two cats, there weren't any.
LAVENDER BLUE Lavender blue, dilly dilly, rosemary green. When I am king, dilly dilly, You shall be queen. Call up my maids, dilly dilly, at four o'clock, Some to the wheel, dilly dilly, some to the rock. Some to make hay, dilly dilly, some to shear corn, And you and I, dilly dilly, we shall keep warm.
WEE, WILLIE WINKIE Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town, Up stairs and down stairs, in his nightgown. Rapping at the window, crying through the lock; "Are the children in their beds? For it's nigh eight o'clock!"