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

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

                               Said little  Bo-Peep,  “ 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/1

                               It -was dull  work,  and  he liked to  play
                                  Better,  I ’m  sure,  than  to  eat  or  sleep;
                               He  ilkcd  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 ;
                               Artd  whether the  cows  were  in  or  out,
                                  Bo-Peep  had  never a  care.

                               i( 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/5  said  Miss  Ro-Peep,
                                  And  over  the  meadows  she  slipped  awayt
                               With  never  a thought  for  cows or  sheep—
                                  Alas!  Alas!  the day.

                               She  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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