"Mary, the wife of John Goffe of Rochester, being afflicted with a long illness, removed to her father's house at West Mulling, about nine miles from her own. There she died on 4th June, this present year, 1691. "The day before her departur... Read more of The Dying Mother {101} at Scary Stories.caInformational Site Network Informational
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Forest Trees
Children, have you seen the budding Of the trees in ...

Hi-diddle-diddle
HI-DIDDLE-DIDDLE Mother duck's in the middle, Her...

Dare To Say No
Dear children, you are sometimes led To sorrow, sin,...

The Girls
Three little girls with their sun-bonnets on, Wand...

Bye-baby-bunting
BYE-BABY-BUNTING, The Indians live by hunting, And ...

What They Say
Those creatures that chew the cud, The "RUMINANTS" w...

The Little Street-sweeper
Look at that little girl sweeping the crossing; See ho...

Hi-diddle Ho-diddle
HI-DIDDLE, HO-DIDDLE, Pop-diddle-dee, This Eart...

Little Moses
In the Talmud you will find it,-- In the quaint and ...

The Rain
Come, rain, come, That the water may run, That ...

Lizzie And The Angels
Little Lizzie, thoughtful, earnest, Springing up at ...

The Oxen
The oxen are such clever beasts, They'll drag the pl...

If You Please
I hope my children never will Say, "Give me" this or...

Rock-a-bye
Rock-a-bye, baby, Our darling is ill, Rock-a-bye,...

Fruits
The fruits of the orchard and garden Are beautiful, ...

Honey-sweet
"Ah, but how do bees make honey?" Now the children, ...

Words
TELL me the name of something, dear; As book, or b...

Miss Velvet-paws
Little Miss Velvet-paws, Raveling out her yarn, Cat...

It Snows! It Snows!
It snows! yes, it snows! and the children are wild, At...

Sleep Little Sweetey
Sleep now, my sweetey, Dear one, and pretty! Weary wi...


Winkum Winkum









Winkum, winkum, shut your eye,
Sweet, my baby, lullaby;
For the dew is falling soft,
Lights are flickering up aloft,
And the head-light's peeping over
Yonder hill-top capped with clover;
Chickens long have gone to rest,
Birds lie snug within their nest,
And my birdie soon will be
Sleeping with the chick-a-dee,
For with only half a try,
Winkum, winkum, shuts her eye.





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