No. 2 of
OLD NURSERY RHYMES
Illustrated by
H. Willebeek Le Mair
AUGENER Ltd., LONDON
David McKay,
604-608 South Washington Square,
Philadelphia.
Printed in England
Oh! where is my little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short and his tail cut long,
Oh, where, oh, where can he be?
Young Lambs to sell! Young Lambs to sell!
Young Lambs to sell! Young Lambs to sell!
If I’d as much money as I could tell
I would not come here with young Lambs to sell.
Two for a penny, eight for a groat,
As fine young Lambs as ever were bought.
Three blind mice—see how they run!
They all ran after the farmer’s wife,
Who cut off their tails with the carving knife,
Did you ever hear such a tale in your life
As three blind mice?
Little Polly Flinders
Sat among the cinders
Warming her pretty little toes.
Her mother came and caught her,
And smacked her little daughter
For spoiling her nice new clothes.