The Adventures of the Little Woman, Her Dog and the Pedlar
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The Adventures Of The Little Woman, Her Dog And The Pedlar.
Marks'S Edition.
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LONDON Printed and Published by S. MARKS and SONS. 72, Houndsditch, Bishopsgate Street.
The Adventures Of The Little Woman, Her Dog And The Pedlar.
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There was a little woman, As I have heard tell, She went to market, Her Eggs for to sell.
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She went to Market, All on a Market day, And she fell asleep, On the King's highway.
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By came a Pedlar, His name it was Stout, And he cut her petticoats, All round about.
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He cut her Petticoats Up to her knees, Which made the little woman Began for to freeze.
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When this little woman, Began to awake, She began to shiver, And she began to shake.
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She began to shake, And she began to cry, "Goodness mercy on me, Sure this is not I!"
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"But if this be I, As I hope it be, I have a little dog at home, And he will know me."
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"And if this be I, He will wag his tail, But if it's not I, He will bark and wail."
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When this little woman, Came home in the dark, Up starts the little dog, And began for to bark.
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He began to bark, And she began to cry, "Goodness mercy on me, 'Tis surely not I!"
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The dog ceased to bark, The woman then did cry; "Goodness mercy on me, Now I know this is I!"
Poetry.
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Love Between Brothers And Sisters
1.
What-ev-er brawls dis-turb the street, There should be peace at home: Where sis-ters dwell, and bro-thers meet Quar-rels should nev-er come.
2.
Birds in their lit-tle nests a-gree; And 'tis a shame-ful sight When chil-dren of one fam-i-ly Fall out, and chide, and fight.
3.
The wise will make their an-ger cool, At least be-fore 'tis night; But in the bo-som of a fool It burns till morn-ing light.
4.
Par-don, O Lord, our child-ish rage, Our lit-tle brawls re-move, That, as we grow to ri-per age, Our hearts may all be love.
Transcriber's Note
Minor punctuation errors have been corrected without note.
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