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    Lazy Mary Will You Get Up?

    Lazy Mary, will you get up?
    Will you get up, will you get up?
    Lazy Mary, will you get up,
    So early in the morning.
    
    

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    No, dear mother, I won't get up, I won't get up, I won't get up, No, dear mother, I won't get up, So early in the morning. What'll you give me for my for my breakfast? For my breakfast, for my breakfast? A little bowl of bread and milk, So early in the morning. Then, dear mother, I won't get up, I won't get up, I won't get up, Then, dear mother, I won't get up, So early in the morning. A nice young man with rosey cheeks, With rosey cheeks, with rosey cheeks Then, dear mother, I will get up, So early in the morning.

    Solomon Grundy

     
    Solomon Grundy,
    Born on Monday,
    Christened on Tuesday,
    Married on Wednesday,
    Took ill on Thursday,
    Worse on Friday,
    Died on Saturday,
    Buried on Sunday:
    This is the end
    Of Solomon Grundy.
    

    Jack and Jills

    Jack and Jill
    
    

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    Went up the hill To fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down And broke his crown And Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got And home did trot As fast as he could caper Went to bed And plastered his head With vinegar and brown paper.

    Mary Had A Little Lamb

     
    
    Mary had a little lamb 
    Little lamb, little lamb 
    Mary had a little lamb 
    It's fleece was white as snow 
    
    It followed her to school one day 
    School one day, school one day 
    It followed her to school one day 
    
    
    Everywhere that Mary went, 
    Mary went,Mary went. 
    Everywhere that Mary went, 
    The lamb was sure to go. 
    
    It followed her to school one day 
    School one day, school one day 
    It followed her to school one day 
    Which was against the rules. 
    
    It made the children laugh and play, 
    laugh and play, laugh and play. 
    It made the children laugh and play, 
    To see a lamb at school. 
    

    Mutability ( Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822))

    The flower that smiles today
    Tomorrow dies;
    All that we wish to stay
    Tempts and then flies.
    What is this world's delight?
    Lightning that mocks the night,
    Brief even as bright.
    
    Virtue, how frail it is!
    Friendship how rare!
    Love, how it sells poor bliss
    For proud despair!
    But we, though soon they fall,
    Survive their joy, and all
    Which ours we call.
    
    Whilst skies are blue and bright,
    Whilst flowers are gay,
    Whilst eyes that change ere night
    Make glad the day;
    Whilst yet the calm hours creep,
    Dream thou and from thy sleep
    Then wake to weep.
    

    The Daffodils ( William Wordsworth (1770-1850))

     
    
    
    I wandered lonely as a cloud
    That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
    When all at once I saw a crowd,
    A host, of golden daffodils,
    Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
    Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
    
    Continuous as the stars that shine
    And twinkle on the milky way,
    They stretched in never-ending line
    Along the margin of a bay:
    Ten thousand saw I at a glance
    Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
    
    The waves beside them danced, but they
    Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
    A Poet could not be but gay
    In such a jocund company!
    I gazed - and gazed - but little thought
    What wealth the show to me had brought:
    
    For oft, when on my couch I lie
    In vacant or in pensive mood,
    They flash upon that inward eye
    Which is the bliss of solitude;
    And then my heart with pleasure fills,
    And dances with the daffodils.
    

    "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost (1874-1963)

    Whose woods these are I think I know. 
    His house is in the village though; 
    He will not see me stopping here 
    To watch his woods fill up with snow. 
    
    My little horse must think it queer 
    To stop without a farmhouse near 
    Between the woods and frozen lake 
    The darkest evening of the year. 
    
    He gives his harness bells a shake 
    To ask if there is some mistake. 
    The only other sound's the sweep 
    Of easy wind and downy flake. 
    
    The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
    But I have promises to keep, 
    And miles to go before I sleep. 
    And miles to go before I sleep. 
    

    Tiger Tiger (William Blake)

    Tiger Tiger burning bright
    In the forests of the night
    What immortal hand or eye
    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
     
    In what distant deeps or skies
    Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
    On what wing dare he aspire?
    What the hand, dare seize the fire?
     
    On what shoulder and what art
    Could twist the sinews of thy heart
    And when thy heart began to beat?
    What Dread hand? And what dread feet?
     
    What the hammer? What the chain?
    In what furnace was thy brain?
    What the anvil? What dread grasp?
    Done its deadly terrors clasp!
     
    When the stars threw down their spears
    And water'd heaven with their tears
    Did he smile his work to see?
    Did he who made the lamb make thee?
     
    Tiger Tiger burning bright
    In the forests of the night
    What immortal hand or eye
    Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
    

    Richard Cory ( Edwin Arlington Robinson, The Children Of The Night)

    Whenever Richard Cory went down town, 
    We people on the pavement looked at him: 
    He was a gentleman from sole to crown, 
    Clean favored, and imperially slim. 
    And he was always quietly arrayed, 
    And he was always human when he talked; 
    But still he fluttered pulses when he said, 
    "Good-morning," and he glittered when he walked. 
    
    And he was rich - yes, richer than a king - 
    And admirably schooled in every grace; 
    In fine we thought that he was everything 
    To make us wish that we were in his place. 
    
    So on we worked, and waited for the light, 
    And went without the meat, and cursed the bread; 
    And Richard Cory, one calm summer night, 
    Went home and put a bullet through his head.
    

    Sea Fever, John Masefield, 1878-1967

    I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
    And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
    And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
    And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking. 
    
    I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
    Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
    And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
    And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. 
    
    I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
    To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife;
    And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
    And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over. 
    

    Not Waving But Drowning (Stevie Smith 1903-71)

    Nobody heard him, the dead man,
    But still he lay moaning:
    I was much further out than you thought
    And not waving but drowning.
    
    Poor chap, he always loved larking
    And now he's dead
    It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,
    They said.
    
    Oh, no no no, it was too cold always
    (Still the dead one lay moaning)
    I was much too far out all my life 
    And not waving but drowning.
    


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