Denslow s Mother Goose
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English

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Denslow's MOTHER GOOSE
Denslow's
MOTHER
GOOSE
Being the old familiar rhymes and jingles of MOTHER GOOSE edited and illustrated
by
W. W. Denslow.
1901 McClure, Phillips & Company Publishers NEW YORK
T
COPYRIGHT 1901 BY William Wallace Denslow
his book is dedicated to Ann Waters Denslow
with much love and gratitude for her help in its making.
Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall; All the king's horses, and all the king's men Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again. (an egg)
Mistress Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row.
Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting, He'll never get this rabbit's ski To wrap the baby bunting in.
n,
Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And he took out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he:  He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.  Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers.  Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
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