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HERE was an old man of Tobago, Who lived on rice, gruel and sago, Till, much to his bliss, His physician said this, To a leg, sir, of mutton you may go. |
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HERE was an old woman Lived under a hill, And if she's not gone, She lives there still. |
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HERE was a man, and his name was Dob, And he had a wife, and her name was Mob, And he had a dog, and he called it Cob, And she had a cat, called Chitterabob. Cob, says Dob, Chitterabob, says Mob, Cob was Dob's dog, Chitterabob Mob's cat
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THERE was an old crow Sat upon a clod. There's an end of my song, That's very odd. |
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