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Title: Reading and Literature First Reader
Year: 1911 (1910s)
Authors: Treadwell, Garuuette Taylor and Margaret Free
Subjects: reading
Publisher: Chicago: Row, Peterson & Company
Contributing Library: Brigham Young University-Idaho, David O. McKay Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University-Idaho

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lue, come blow your horn,The sheeps in the meadow, the cows in the corn.Wheres the boy that looks after the sheep?Hes under the haystack, fast asleep.Will you wake him? No, not I;For if I do, hell be sure to cry. — Mother Goose.16 Baa, Baa, Black Sheep Baa, baa, black sheep, Have you any wool?Yes, I have, sir, Three bags full. One for my master,And one for my dame, And one for the little boyWho lives in the lane. —Mother Goose, Pussy Cat Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?I have been to London to see the queen.Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under her chair. —Mother Goose.17 Blow, Wind, Blow Blow, wind, blow! and go, mill, go!That the miller may grind his corn:That the baker may take it,And into rolls make it,And send us some hot in the morn. —Mother Goose, If All the World Were Apple-pie If all the world were apple-pie, And all the sea were ink,And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have 10 drink? —Mother Goose 18
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Once I Saw a Little Bird Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop;So I cried, Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop? I went to the windowTo say, How do you do? But he shook his little tail,And far away he flew. —Mother Goose,19 A Little Sister I have a little sister; they call her Peep, PeepcShe wades in the water deep, deep, deep; She climbs the mountains, high, high, high—Poor little thing! She has but one eye. —Mother Goose The Old Woman Under the Hill There was an old woman lived under a hill;And if shes not gone, she lives there still. — Mother Goose*20

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