The Real Mother Goose by  Blanche Fisher Wright


[Illustration]

Pippen Hill

As I was going up Pippen Hill,

Pippen Hill was dirty;

There I met a pretty Miss,

And she dropped me a curtsy.


Little Miss, pretty Miss,

Blessings light upon you;

If I had half-a-crown a day,

I'd spend it all upon you.


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