Mother Goose

Illustrated Online Children's Book

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	O THE little rusty, dusty, rusty miller ! I'll not change my wife for either gold or silver.
	OANGES and lemons, Said the Bells of St. Clement's. You owe me five farthings, Said the Bells of St. Martin's. When will you pay me ? Said the Bells of Old Bailey.	When I grow rich, Said the Bells of Shore-ditch. When will that be ? Said the Bells of Stepney. I do not know, Said the great Bell of Bow.
	Here comes a candle to light you to bed, And here comes a chopper to chop—off— the—last—man's—head.
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