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    Jingle bells! Jingle bells!
    Jingle all the way:
    Oh, what fun it is to ride
    In a one-horse open sleigh!

     

    Merry are the bells, and merry would they ring,
    Merry was myself, and merry could I sing;
    With a merry ding-dong, happy, gay, and free,
    And a merry sing-song, happy let us be.

     

    I saw a ship a-sailing,
    A-sailing on the sea,
    And oh, but it was laden
    With pretty things for thee!

    There were comfits in the cabin,
    And apples in the hold;
    And sails were made of silk,
    And the masts were all of gold.

    The four-and-twenty sailors,
    That stood between the decks,
    Were four-and-twenty white mice
    With chains about their necks.

    The captain was a duck
    With a packet on his back,
    And when the ship began to move
    The captain said, Quack! Quack!

     

    London Bridge is falling down,
    Falling down, falling down;
    London Bridge is falling down,
    My fair lady.

    We must build it up again.
    Up again, up again;
    We must build it up again,
    My fair lady.

     

    Oranges and lemons,
    Say the bells of St Clement’s.
    You owe mw five farthings,
    Say the bells of St Martin’s.
    When will you pay me?
    Say the bells of Old Bailey.
    When I grow rich,
    Say the bells of Shoreditch.
    When will that be?
    Say the bells of Stepney.
    I’m sure I don’t know,
    Says the Great Bell of Bow.

     

    Mary had a little lamb,
    Its fleece was white and snow;
    And everywhere that Mary went
    The lamb was sure to go.

    It followed her to school one day,
    That was against the rule;
    It made the children laugh and play
    To see a lamb at school.

    And so the teacher turned it out,
    But still it lingered near,
    And waited patiently about
    Till Mary did appear.

    Why does the lamp love Mary so?
    The eager children cry;
    Why, Mary loves the lamb, you know,
    The teacher did reply.

     

    Little Boy Blue,
    Come blow your horn,
    The sheep’s in the meadow,
    The cow’s in the corn.
    Where is the boy
    Who looks after the sheep?
    He’s under the haycock
    Fast asleep.
    Will you wake him?
    No, not I,
    For if I do,
    He’s sure to cry.

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