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S I was going up Primrose Hill, Primrose Hill was dirty; |
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There I met a pretty Miss, f And she dropped me a curtsy.'
Little Miss, pretty Miss, Blessings light upon you,
If I had half a crown a day, I'd spend it all upon you. |
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A CAT came fiddling out of a barn,
With a pair of bag-pipes under her arm;
She could sing nothing' but fiddle cum fee,
The mouse has married the humble bee;
Pipe, cat,—dance, mouse,
"We'll have a wedding at our good house. |
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