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THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE (Selected Rhymes)
Illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright
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TO MARKET

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done.

Illustration for the nursery rhyme, To Market, by Blanche Fisher Wright - from The Real Mother Goose


HERE GOES MY LORD

  Here goes my lord
A trot, a trot, a trot, a trot,
  Here goes my lady
A canter, a canter, a canter, a canter!

  Here goes my young master
Jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch, jockey-hitch!
  Here goes my young miss
An amble, an amble, an amble, an amble!

The footman lags behind to tipple ale and wine,
And goes gallop, a gallop, a gallop, to make up his time.




IF WISHES WERE HORSES

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
   And if "ifs" and "ands"
   Were pots and pans,
There'd be no work for tinkers!

Illustration for the nursery rhyme, If Wishes Were Horses, by Blanche Fisher Wright - from The Real Mother Goose



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The complete text and the illustrations of "The Real Mother Goose" displayed here are, to the best of my knowledge, in the public domain.