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First and loudest the cocks cried out: "Dame, get up, and bake your
"Oh, dilly, dilly, dilly!" sighed Simpkin.
And now in a garret there were lights and sounds of dancing, and
cats came from over the way.
"Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle! All the cats in Gloucester—except me," said Simpkin.
Under the wooden eaves the starlings and sparrows sang of
Christmas pies; the jack-daws woke up in the Cathedral tower; and
although it was the middle of the night the throstles and robins
sang; the air was quite full of little twittering tunes.