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SECRET SPELLS & CURIOUS CHARMS |
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BY: Monika Beisner |
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I found this cute little book at my local library. I belive it is a childrens book but it's hard to tell. It is full of wonderfull illustrations and sweet little poems. I will be writting the poems that are in the book on this page. Enjoy them! |
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Three white stones, And three black pins, Three yellow dasies From the green. Into the well With a one, two three, A fortune, a fortune, Come to me. |
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Charming a Toad
I'll go to the toad That lives under the wall; I'll charm him out And he'll come to my call. |
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Who kills a spider, Bad luck betides her. |
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Even ash, I thee do pluck, Hoping thus to meet good luck, If no luck I get from thee, I'll wish I"d let you on that tree. |
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One for sorrow, Two for joy, Three for a girl, Four for a boy, Five for silver Six for gold, Seven for a secret Never to be told. |
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Luck to the moon when she is round, Luck with you shall then abound; What you seek for shall be found, In sea or sky or solid ground. |
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If your horse has four white legs, Keep him not a day; If your hourse has three white legs, Send him far away; If your horse has two white legs, Sell him to a friend; But if your horse has one white leg, Keep him to the end. |
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White horse, white horse, Bring me good luck. Good luck to you, Good luck to me, Good luck to everyone I see. |
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The sparrow and the redbreast, The martin and the swallow: If you touch one of thier eggs, Bad luck is sure to follow. |
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He loves me, He don't. He'll have me, He won't. He would If he could But he can't, so he don't |
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You must search the meadows over Till you find a four-leafed clover: Fortune then will smile on you, Make your dearest wish come true. |
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The fair maid who, the first day of May, Goes to the fields at break of day, And wahes in dew From the hawthorn tree, Will ever after handsome be. |
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Fillberty, gibberty, flasky flum, Calafa, tarada, wagra wum. Hoosky, maroosky, whatever's the sum, Heigho! Presto! Money come! |
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I place my shoes like a letter T, Hoping my true love shall I see; What he is and what he wears, And what he does all months and years. |
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Beware of that man, Be he friend or brother, Whose hair is one colour And moustache another. |
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