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HICKETY, pickety, my black
hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine,
Sometimes ten. Gentlemen come every day, To see what my black hen doth lay. |
HERE comes a poor woman
from baby-land, With three small children in her
hand: One can brew, the other can bake, The other can make a lily-white
cake. One can sit in the garden and spin, Another can make a fine bed for
the king; Pray ma'am will you take one in? |
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HERE we are on Tom Tiddler's
ground, Picking up gold and silver. |
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HEY! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jump'd over the moon;
The little dog laugh'd
To see such sport, While the dish ran after the spoon.
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