XXVIII.

Little General Monk Sat upon a trunk, Eating a crust of bread; There fell a hot coal And burnt in his clothes a hole, Now General Monk is dead. Keep always from the fire: If it catch your attire, You too, like Monk, will be dead.

Eighty-eight wor Kirby feight, When nivver a man was slain; They yatt their meaat, an drank ther drink An sae com merrily heaam agayn.

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SECOND CLASS--LITERAL.

One, two, three, I love coffee, And Billy loves tea. How good you be, One, two, three. I love coffee, And Billy loves tea.

A, B, C, tumble down D, The cat's in the cupboard and can't see me.

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F for fig, J for jig, And N for knuckle bones, I for John the waterman, And S for sack of stones.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5! I caught a hare alive; 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! I let her go again.

Great A, little a, Bouncing B! The cat's in the cupboard, And she can't see.

One's none; Two's some; Three's a many; Four's a penny; Five is a little hundred.