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URLY locks, curly locks, wilt thou be mine ? Thou shalt not wash tlie dishes, nor yet feed the awine; But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam, And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream. |
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HARLEY loves good cake and ale, Charley loves good candy, Charley loves to kiss the girls, When they are clean and handy. |
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ATCH him crow! carry him, kite ! Take him away till the apples are ripe; When they are ripe and ready to fall, Home comes Johnny, apples, and all. |
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DOCTOR Foster went to Gloster.
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle up to the
middle, And never went there again. |
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