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ELEVENTH CLASS—SCHOLASTIC.



CCLXXXIX.
A DILLER, a dollar,
A ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon ?
You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now you come at noon.

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CCXC.
MISTRESS Mary, quite contrary,
    How does your garden grow ?
With cockle-shells, and silver bells,
    And muscles all a row. *

*   This may have reference to the Scotch song—
"When cockle-shells turn silver bells,
     And muscles grow on every tree ;
When frost and snaw shall warm us a',
     Then shall my love prove true to me."


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CCXCI.
A DONKEY walks on four legs,
    And I walk on two ;
The last donkey I saw
    Was very like you.


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CCXCII.
LIAR, liar, lick spit,
Turn about the candlestick.
What's good for liar ?
Brimstone and fire.


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CCXCIII.
WHEN I was a little boy my mammy kept me in,
But now I am a great boy I'm fit to serve the king;
I can hand a musket, and I can smoke a pipe,
And I can kiss a pretty girl at twelve o'clock at night.


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CCXCIV.
TELL tale, tit !
Your tongue shall be slit,
And all the dogs in the town
Shall have a little bit.

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CCXCV.
MULTIPLICATION is vexation,
    Division is as bad ;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
    And Practice drives me mad.




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