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THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE (Selected Rhymes)
Illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright
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NANCY DAWSON

Nancy Dawson was so fine
She wouldn’t get up to serve the swine;
She lies in bed till eight or nine,
So it’s Oh, poor Nancy Dawson.

And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?
The wife who sells the barley, honey?
She won’t get up to feed her swine,
And do ye ken Nancy Dawson, honey?

Illustration for the nursery rhyme, Nancy Dawson, by Blanche Fisher Wright - from The Real Mother Goose


ONE MISTY MOISTY MORNING

One misty moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man,
Clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment
And I began to grin.
How do you do? And how do you do?
And how do you do again?
Illustration for the nursery rhyme, One Misty Moisty Morning, by Blanche Fisher Wright - from The Real Mother Goose



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The complete text and the illustrations of "The Real Mother Goose" displayed here are, to the best of my knowledge, in the public domain.