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Three miles a league, our Teachers say,
And we should strive to learn,
When in the school, or when at play,
For time rolls swiftly on.

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Two pints will make a quart

Of brandy, wine, or gin;

Four quarts will make a gallon full;
To drink too much 's a sin.

Ten gallons will an anker fill,
A runlet takes eight more;
A hogshead sixty-three requires,
From Portugal brought o'er.

Two hogsheads then will fill a pipe;
A little does us good;

1 Quart.

1 Gallon.

1 Anker.

1 Runlet.

1 Hogshead.

1 Pipe.

1 Tun.

But those who practice drinking much,
Are often pinch'd for food.

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Two pints will make one quart of beer,
And that for four pence now is sold;

Four quarts one gallon, which does cost
Just one and four pence, we are told.
Nine gallons, too, a firkin make;
The price will just twelve shillings be;
Two firkins make one kilderkin,
And cost us one pound four, we see.

Two kilderkins one barrel make,
Which costs the sum of two pounds eight;
And barrels three will make a butt,
And cost just seven pounds four of late.

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Two pints, we are told, make one quart of seed,
By cornchandlers sold, our birds for to feed;
Two quarts of nice peas, make one pottle, we cry,
Our pigs will eat these as they stand in the sty.

Two pottles do make one gallon, we see,
Of meal for a cake quite hot for our tea;

Two gallons of corn make one peck, my young friends,
To give, night and morn, to our cocks and our hens.

Four pecks they will make one bushel, we know,
Of beans, that we place in the ground for to grow ;
Eight bushels one quarter of flour from wheat,
With salt, yeast, and water, make nice bread to eat.

Five quarters one wey, of good oats, nice and sweet,
With grass and fresh hay, which our horses will eat;
Two weys make a last of all corn that is dry;

The price you must ask, when you 're wishing to buy.

How great is the sin, when we use a false weight!
Our scales should be true, the beam also straight;
Our dealing be just, and the measures all true;
Be upright to all, as you'd have them to you.

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Sixty seconds make a minute,
Swift our time doth fly away;
Sixty minutes make an hour,

Let's improve it while we may.
Twenty-four hours make one day,
And in this our earth turns round;
Seven days make just one week,

When the Sabbath bells do sound.

Months* have each four weeks, we know ;

Time, how quiokly does it run!

Thirteen such will make a year,

While we move around the sun.

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January's when cold winds do blow;
February brings us frost and snow;
March is when young lambs do play;
April brings us flowers so gay;
May's the time the trees are green;
June is when new hay is seen;
July's days are very warm ;
August brings the thunder storm;

September, the harvest fields are clear;

October's when they brew nice beer;

November's dreary days are here;
December ends the fleeting year.

I

MULTIPLICATION TABLE IN VERSE.

(Church Bells.)

Three threes are nine, three fours are twelve,
Three fives are fifteen sure;

And three times six are just eighteen,

Which wants two of a score.

And three times seven are twenty-one,
Three eights are twenty-four;

And three times nine are twenty-seven,
Indeed it is no more.

Four fours are sixteen pretty deer,
That feed in Greenwich Park;
And four times five are twenty lads,
Who rise up with the lark.

And four times six are twenty-four
Young lambs that skip and play;
And four times seven are twenty-eight
Fine horses, fed with hay.

But four times eight are thirty-two;
Four nines are thirty-six ;
And five times five are twenty-five,
Who leave off naughty tricks.
And five times six are thirty boys,
Who lose no time in play;
And five times seven are thirty-five
Old farmers drest in grey.

Well, five times eight are forty girls,
With frocks so neat and clean;
And five times nine are forty-five
Young Scots from Aberdeen.

Now six times six are thirty-six
Light horsemen, all in blue;
Sure, all will own, that six times sev'n
Will make but forty-two.

And six times eight are forty-eight,

We here are safe from harm; And six times nine are fifty-four,

What's useful, too, we learn.

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