L. Leslie Brooke

“ My dame has lost her shoe;
My master’s lost his fiddling-stick,
And don’t know what to do.
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling-stick,
She’ll dance without her shoe. ”

“ The queen next morning fried.
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HICKETY PICKETY MY BLACK HEN.
Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
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[Pg 23] Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay. ”