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MOTHER STORIES
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The drake was a swimming, with his curly tail,
The little man made it his mark, mark, mark!
He let off his gun, but he fired too soon;
And the drake flew away with a "Quack!
quack! quack!"




Bobby Shaftoe's gone to sea,
Silver buckles on his knee;
He'll come back and marry me,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.

Bobby Shaftoe's fat and fair,
Combing down his yellow hair;
He's my love for evermore,
Pretty Bobby Shaftoe.



Little Jack a Dandy
Wanted sugar-candy,
And fairly for it
cried;
But little Billy Cook,
Who always reads his book,
Shall have a horse to ride.