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A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for childrenA book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children
A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhymes for children by J.B.A book for boys and girls, or, Country rhimes for children by J.B.
London: printed for N.P., 1686
Title page typeset from the transcription.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
XX. Of the Cuckoo.
XX. Of the Cuckow.
Thou Booby, sayest thou nothing but Cuckoo? The Robin and the Wren can thee out do. They to us play through their little throats, Not one, but sundry pretty taking Notes.
Thou Booby, sayst thou nothing but Cuckow? The Robin and the Wren can thee out do. They to us play thorow their little throats, Not one, but sundry pretty taking Notes.
But thou hast Fellows, some like thee can do Little but suck our Eggs, and sing Cuckoo.
But thou hast Fellows, some like thee can do Little but suck our Eggs, and sing Cuckow.
Thy notes do not First welcome in our Spring, Nor dost thou it's first Tokens to us bring. Birds less then thee by far, like Prophets, do Tell us 'tis coming, tho not by Cuckoo.
Thy notes do not First welcome in our Spring, Nor dost thou it's first Tokens to us bring. Birds less then thee by far, like Prophets, do Tell us 'tis coming, tho not by Cuckow.