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You  will  remember,  perhaps,  that she
                                 Also  was  minding  sheep.

                               Well,  little  Bo-Peep  came  tripping  along—
                                 (The  sheep she tended  were  running at  large)— -
                               Where  little  Boy  Elue  a at  singing  a song,
                                 And faithfully watching  his  charge.

                               Said  little  Bo-Pcep,  " It’s  a  burning  shame
                                 That you  should  sit  here  from  week  to  week
                               Just  leave  your  work,  and  we’ll  play a game
                                 Of-— well— of  hide  and  seek.”

                               Tt  was dull  work,  and  he liked  to  play
                                 Better,  I ’m.  sure,  than  to  eat  or  sleep;
                               He  liked  the  bloom  of  the  summer  day;—
                                 And  he  liked— he  liked  Bo-Peep,


                               And  so,  with  many  a  laugh  and  shout,
                                 They  hid  from  each  other— now  here— now  there
                               .And  whether  the  cows  were  in  or out,
                                 Bo-Peep  had  never a  carc.

                               il I  will  hide  once  more,”  said  the  maiden  fair,
                                 '‘ You  shall  not find  me  this  time,  1  say—
                               Shut your eyes  up  tight,  and  lie down  there
                                 Under  that  stack  of  hay.
                             '  “ Now  wait,  till  I  call/’  said  Miss  Bo-Peep,
                                  And  over  the  meadows  she  slipped away,
                               With  never  a  thought for  cows  or  sheep—
                                  Alas!  AlasJ  the  day.

                               Sine  let.  down  the  bars,  did  Miss  Bo-Peep—-
                                  Such  trifles  as  bars  she  held  in  scorn—
                               And  into  the  meadows  went  the  sheep
                                  And  the  cows  went  into  the  com.
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