Mother Goose

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	I HAD a little pony, His name was Dapple-gray, I lent him to a lady, To ride a mile away; She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire.	T LOST my little mare in Lin­coln-lane, And couldn't tell where to find her, Till she came home both lame and blind, "With never a tail behind her.
		I HAD a little doll, the prettiest ever seen, She washed up the dishes, and kept the house clean. She went to the mill, to. fetch me some flour, And always got it home, in less than an hour. She baked me my bread, she brewed me my ale, She sat by the fire, and told me a tale.
		IF all the world were apple pie, And all the sea was ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese, What should we have for drink?
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