Little Boy Blue
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn.
The sheep’s in the meadow, the cows in the corn;
Where’s the little boy that tends the sheep?
He’s under the haycock, fast asleep.
Go wake him, go wake him. Oh! No, not I;
For if I wake him, he’ll certainly cry.
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HEAR WHAT MA'AM GOOSE SAYS!
My dear little Blossoms, there are now in this world, and always will be, a great many grannies besides myself, both in petticoats and pantaloons, some a deal younger to be sure; but all monstrous wise, and of my own family name.
These old women, who never had chick nor child of their own, but who always know how to bring up other people's children, will tell you with very long faces, that my enchanting, quieting, soothing volume, my all-sufficient anodyne for cross, peevish, won't-be-comforted little bairns, ought to be laid aside for more learned books, such as THEY could select and publish.
Fudge! I tell you that all their batterings can't deface my beauties, nor their wise prattlings equal my wiser prattlings; and all imitators of my refreshing songs might as well write a new Billy Shakespeare as another Mother Goose—we two great poets were born together, and we shall go out of the world together.
No, no my Melodies will never die,
While nurses sing, or babies cry.