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When the children have been good
That is let it be understood Good at mealtimes good at play Good all night and all of the day They shall have the pretty things Merry Christmas always brings But naughty romping girls and boys Who tear their clothes and make a noise Who spoil their pinafores and their frocks They deserve no Christmas box Such as these shall never look At this pretty picture book Yes such as these shall never look At this pretty picture book |
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Well it almost makes me cry to tell
What foolish Harriet does befell Mama and nurse went out one day And left her all alone to play Well on the table close at hand A box of matches chanced to stand Well mama and nurse had told her That if she touched them they would scold her Well Harriet said what a pity ‘Cos when they burn they seem so pretty They crackle so they spit and flame Mama and papa do often do the same So she wouldn't take their advice She lit a match it was so nice It crackled so it burnt so clear Exactly like the picture here So she jumped for joy and she ran about And was too pleased to put it out Well the pussy cats they saw this They said naughty naughty naughty Miss Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh She's burning to death we told her so Well see what a dreadful dreadful thing The fire has caught her apron string She burns all over everywhere She burns her nose and her arms and her hair ‘Til she's got nothing left to lose Except her little scarlet shoes And only these only these are found Amongst her ashes on the ground Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh She's burnt to death we told her so Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh She's burnt to death we told her so The pussy cats they sat beside Her steaming ashes and they cried Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh She's burnt to death we told her so Oh miaow miaoh miaow miaoh She's burnt to death we told her so |
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Well as he’d often done before
My neighbour from next door One fine summer’s day went out To the shops to walk about And as he found it hot poor fella He took with him his green umbrella When Edward noisy little wag He came out and waved his flag And William came in jacket trim And brought his wooden hoop with him And Arthur brought his toys And joined the other bully boys Well those silly bully boys They lost all their toys Well tall Agrippa lives close by So tall he almost touched the sky He was giant through and through He was giant through and through He called out in an angry tone To leave my neighbour alone But they didn’t mind a bit What tall Agrippa said of it Well those silly bully boys They lost more than their toys Well tall Agrippa foamed with rage Just look at him on this very page He seizes Arthur seizes Ned He smashes all their tiny heads Then they don’t scream and they don’t call They are corpses one and all Three little corpses one two three They’re all as dead as can be Well those silly bully boys They lost more than their toys Well those silly bully boys Because Agrippa they annoyed Well those silly bully boys They lost more than their toys Silly bully boys Because Agrippa they annoyed |
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Conrad's mother said Conrad dear
I must go out and leave you here. but mind now, Conrad, what I say, don't suck your thumbs while I'm away. snip! snip that great tall tailor, he always comes for naughty boys who suck their thumbs and ere they wonder what he's about, he's got his great long scissors out. snip snip the scissors go and Conrad cries out oh! snip snip they go so fast, and Conrad's thumbs are off at last. well,mama had scarcely turned her back, when the thumbs were in , alack! alack! the door burst open and in he ran, that great long legged scissor man. snip snip the scissors go and Conrad cries out oh! snip snip they go so fast, and Conrad's thumbs are off at last. well, mama comes home and there Conrad stands, and he looks quite sad as he shows his hands, Ha! Ha! said mama, I knew he'd come, for naughty little suck-a-thumb. CHORUS and Conrad breathes his last. CHORUS and Conrad bleeds to death at last. |
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Let's see if Philip can
Be a little gentleman Let's see if Philip's able To sit at the table Mama bades Phil behave And papa he looks very grave But fidgety Phil he won't sit still He wriggles and he giggles Yeah fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Well I declare He rocks backwards and forwards on his chair Just like it was a rocking horse Mama's getting very cross Yeah fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Then to make matters worse again He grabs the tablecloth and then Down upon the ground he falls With knives plates forks spoons and all Mama pulls such a face At Philip's sad disgrace And papa pulls such a frown As Philip goes tumbling down Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Where is Philip where is he Oh there he is and he bleeds There's a bloodstained tablecloth lying on him Knives and forks they're all stuck in him There's a knife and there's a fork Oh Philip this is cruel work What a terrible to-do Philip bleeds to death and turns blue fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil Fidgety fidgety fidgety Phil |
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As he trudged along to school
It was always Johnny’s rule To be looking at the sky And the clouds that floated by Just before him there did lay In his in his in his way Johnny never thought about So that everyone cried out Well look at Johnny Johnny there Little Johnny Johnny Head-In-Air Running in Johnny’s way Came a little dog one day Johnny’s eyes were still astray In the sky every day And he never heard them cry Johnny mind the dog is nigh Down they fell with such a thump Johnny and dog in a lump Once with head as high as ever Johnny walked beside the river Johnny watched the swallows trying Which was the cleverest at flying Oh what fun oh what fun Johnny watched the bright round sun Going in and coming out That was all he thought about So he strode on only think To the river’s river’s very brink Where the bank was high and steep And the water water very deep And the fishes in a row Stared to see him coming coming so One more step oh sad to tell Headlong in Johnny fell Here are the fishes in dismay Wagged their tails and ran away Here lay Johnny on his face With his little red writing case And the fishes one two three Came back again you see Up they came a moment after To see Johnny in the here and after Each popped up his little head To tease poor Johnny who was dead Yeah each popped up his little head To tease poor Johnny who was dead |
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When the rain comes tumbling down
In the country and the town All the good little girls and boys Stay indoors and mind their toys Robert says no when it pours It's better out out of doors Well rain it did and in a minute Rob Rob was in it Flying Robert Flying Robert Well see the wind how it whistles Through the flowers and the thistles See the silly fella Underneath his green umbrella Well it has caught caught that umbrella So up he goes the silly fella Up he goes into the skies No one hears his screams and cries Flying Robert Flying Robert See how the rude wind bore him And it blew his hat before him Well he's reached such a height He is nearly out of sight Where he where he fell No one yet can tell But one thing one thing is plain He was never seen again Flying Robert Flying Robert … |
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Just look at him there he stands
With his nasty hair and hands Anything to me is sweeter Than Shockheaded Peter See his nails are never cut They're as grim as black as soot Anything to me is sweeter Than Shockheaded Peter And this sloven I declare Has never once combed his hair Yes this sloven I declare Has never once combed his hair So anything to me is sweeter Than Shockheaded Peter Anything to me is sweeter Than Shockheaded Peter … Shockheaded Peter … |
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