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Identifier: readlit1stread01free (find matches)
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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Pray, baker, give me some bread for the butcher.Then he will give me some meat for the farmer,The farmer will give me some hay for the cow, 14 The cow will give me some milk for the cat,And then the cat will give me my long tail again. Yes, said the baker,I will give you some bread.But if you eat my flour,I will cut off your head. The baker gave the mouse some bread, and she took it to the butcher.The butcher gave the mouse some meat, and she took it to the farmer.The farmer gave the mouse some hay, and she took it to the cow.The cow gave the mouse some milk, and she took it to the cat.And then the cat gave the mouse her long tail again. — English Folk Tale, 15
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Little Boy Blue Little Boy Blue, 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
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