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<font color="#000000"><b><font size="5"> Grandmamma Easy's Old Dame Hicket
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and Her Wonderful Cricket <br></b>
(circa 1840)<br>
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<font size="3">Boston: Brown, Bazin &amp; Co. Nashua, N.H.: N.P Greene &amp; Co.</font>
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There was one old Dame Hicket,<br>
Had a wonderful Cricket,<br>
That dwelt in a hole by the fender,<br>
And when he came out<br>
He would walk all about,<br>
On his hind legs so tall and slender.<br>
This so pleased the old Dame<br>
That she gave him a name,<br>
'Little Peter', it was, you must know;<br>
And she fed him with crumbs<br>
'Twixt her fingers and thumbs,<br>
Before into his hole he did go.
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When the everings were long<br>
He would sing a gay song,<br>
And loudly out he would bellow<br>
Or as merry as a grig<br>
Dance a lively jig;<br>
Now was n't he a comical fellow?<br>
Sometimes, too, 't is said,<br>
He would stand on his head,<br>
And swing his legs up in the air;<br>
Then down he would pop,<br>
And chirp, run and hop,<br>
Just as if he was mad, I declare.
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He's sit on a stool<br>
Like a child at school,<br>
Whilst the Dame she would read him a book;<br>
And nod with his head<br>
At each word she said,<br>
As now he is doing, just look.<br>
When the Dame took her snuff,<br>
Which was often enough,<br>
Politely she'd hand him the box;<br>
But the first thing he did,<br>
Was to shut down the lid,<br>
And then give it two or three knocks.
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When the Dame took her tea,<br>
There on one side was he,<br>
Seated up in a large arm-chair;<br>
And he wrinkled with his eyes<br>
So knowing and wise,<br>
As if he had been the Lord Mayor.<br>
Sometimes from her cup<br>
He would just take a sup,<br>
Or of tea-cake a very thin slice;<br>
And the Dame all the while,<br>
As she on him did smile,<br>
Would ask if he thought it was nice.
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But the Dame, one night,<br>
Had a terrible fright,<br>
For the Cricket he hopped on her nose.<br>
She cried, 'What's there?'<br>
When down went her chair,<br>
And up in the air went her toes.<br>
The Cricket did run,<br>
When he saw this fun,<br>
And quickly got right out of sight;<br>
Whilst the Dame, with much pain,<br>
Scrambled up once again,<br>
And vowed she would kill him outright.
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Now with this fall, alack!<br>
The poor Dame hurt her back,<br>
And that was a sad disaster,<br>
For the Doctor he came<br>
And to cure the poor Dame,<br>
He brought her a very large plaster.<br>
She went straight to bed,<br>
Not to sleep though, 't is said,<br>
For the pain in her back it was cruel;<br>
So a neighbor's kind daughter<br>
Put her feet in warm water,<br>
And made her a basin of gruel.
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Now all the same day<br>
She was in the sameway,<br>
And scarcely could hobble at all ;<br>
Whilst the Cricket, to tease,<br>
Danced about at his ease,<br>
And once again near made her fall.<br>
This the Dame so much vexed,<br>
And sorely perplexed,<br>
She'd have done with the Cricket forever,<br>
So, as well as she could,<br>
With a nail and some wood,<br>
She stopped up the hole quite clever.
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<font color="#000000"><b><font size="5"> The Story of Little Sarah an Her Johnny-Cake <br></b>
(circa 1830)<br>
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Little Sarah she stood by her grandmother's bed,<br>
'And what shall I get for your breakfast?' she said;<br>
'You shall get me a Johnny-cake: quickly go make it,
In one minute mix, and in two minute bake it.'<br>
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So Sarah she went to the closet to see<br>
If yet any meal in the barrel might be.<br>
The barrel had long time been empty as wind;<br>
Not a speck of the bright yellow meal could she find.
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But grandmother's Johnny-cake - still she must make it,<br>
In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it.<br>
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She ran to the shop; but the shopkeeper said,<br>
'I have none - you must go to the mille, fair maid;<br>
'For he has a mill, and he'll put the corn to it,<br>
And grind you some nice yellow meal in a minute;
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But run, or the Johnny-cake, how will you make it,<br>
In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it?'<br>
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Then Sarah she ran every step of the way;<br>
But the miller said, 'No, I have no meal today;<br>
Run, quick, to the cornfield, just over the hill,<br>
And if any be there, you may fetch it to mill.
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Run, run, or the Johnny-cake, how will you make it,<br>
In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it?'<br>
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She ran to the cornfield - the corn had not grown,<br>
Though the sun in the blue sky all pleasantly shone.<br>
'Pretty sun', cried the maiden, 'please make the corn grow.'<br>
'Pretty maid', the sun answered, 'I cannot do so.'
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'Then grandmother's Johnny-cake - how shall I make it,<br>
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Then Sarah looked round, and she saw what was wanted;<br>
The corn could not grow, for no corn had been planted.
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Shee asked of the farmer to sow her some grain,<br>
But the farmer he laughed till his sides ached again.<br>
'Ho! ho! for the Johnny-cake - how can you make it,<br>
In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it?'<br>
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The farmer he laughed, and he laughed out aloud, - <br>
'And how can I plant till the earth has been ploughed?
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Run, run to the ploughman, and bring him with speed;<br>
He'll plough up the ground, and I'll fill it with seed.'<br>
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Away, then, ran Sarah, still hoping to make it,<br>
In one minute mix, and in two minutes bake it.
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The ploughman he ploughed, and the grain it was sown,<br>
And the sun shed his rays till the corn was all grown;<br>
It was ground at the mill, and again in her bed<br>
These words to poor Sarah the grandmother said:<br>
'You shall get me a Johnny-cake - quickly go make it,<br>
In one minute mix, andin two minutes bake it.'
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<font color="#000000"><b><font size="5"> The Children in the Wood <br></b>
(circa 1825)<br>
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Shrubland Hall.<br><br>
Deep seated in a flowery vale,<br>
Beside a woody dell,<br>
Stood Shrubland Hall, where, says the tale,<br>
A worthy pair did dwell.
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The Children with their Parents<br>
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Two beauteous babes this happy pair,<br>
To crown their loves had got:<br>
The proudest monarch on his throne,<br>
Might envy them their lot.
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The Uncle Taking the Children.<br>
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But death, in midst of all their joys,<br>
Did seize this loving pair,<br>
Who, dying, left their girl and boy,<br>
Unto an Uncle's care.
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The Uncle Bribing the Ruffians<br>
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But to their fortunes he aspired,<br>
And to secure his prey,<br>
How two unfeeling Ruffians hired<br>
To take their lives away.
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The Ruffians with the Children.<br>
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These wretches, cruel, fierce and bold,<br>
Conveyed them to a wood,<br>
There, for the sake of filthy gold,<br>
To shed their infant blood.
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The Ruffians Fighting.<br>
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But one his purpose did repent,<br>
Before the deed was done,<br>
And slew the other Ruffian there,<br>
Then left the babes alone.
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The Children in the Wood.<br>
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Their little hearts with terror sank,<br>
With hunger, too, they cried,<br>
At length upon a flowery bank<br>
They laid them down, and died.
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The Children's Death.<br>
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The Redbreasts, in their clustering bowers,<br>
Sung mournful on each spray,<br>
And there with leaves and fragrant flowers,<br>
O'erspread them as they lay.
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<font color="#000000"><b><font size="5"> Adventures of Little Red Riding Hood <br></b>
(circa 1820)<br>
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In a Little Thatched Cot, by the side of a Wood,<br>
Lived an innocent lass, Little Red Riding Hood;<br>
You would scarce find her equal, the neighbours all say,<br>
So kind and obedieant, so cheerful and gay.
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One day this young lass, To Grandma was sent,<br>
A nice pot of Butter, To her to present;<br>
Besides a Cheesecake, And a new loaf of Bread,<br>
For Grandma was ill, And confined to her Bed.
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But her Mother before She set out on her way,<br>
Charged her not on her journey To loiter or play;<br>
This charge she neglected, And rambled for hours,;<br>
To gather Primroses, And other wild flowers.
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So she wandered about Till the close of the day,<br>
When the wicked old Wolf, He came prowling that way,<br>
He enquired her errand, She soon let him know<br>
Ah! silly young creature, Why did she do so?
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Away ran the Wolf, While his heart did rejoice,<br>
And he knocked at the door, And spoke in a feign'd voice;<br>
The Old Dame who for Her Grand-daughter did watch<br>
Cried pull up the bobbin, Twill open the latch.
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So he open'd the door, And run up stairs with speed,<br>
Poor Grandmamma was Very much frightened indeed;<br>
But he tore to pieces, Oh merciless beast,<br>
To make of a poor Harmless Lady a Feast.
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Then he put the poor Lady's Nightcap on his head,<br>
And cunningly slipped himself Into the bed;<br>
And when Riding Hood knocked As she'd oft done before,<br>
Says the Wolf, pull the Bobbin 'Twill open the door.
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Then up stairs she went, And was struck with surprise,<br>
When she saw his sharp teeth, And his great goggle eyes;<br>
She would have cried out, Bit at her he flew,<br>
And tore her to pieces, And ate her up too.
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