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THERE was an old woman, and what do you think ?
She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink: Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet; This plaguy old woman could never be quiet. She went to the baker to buy her some bread, And when she came home her old husband was dead; She went to the clerk to toll the bell, And when she came back her old husband was well. |
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[A Song set to fingers or toes]
1. THIS pig went to market;
2. This pig staid at home;
3. This pig had plenty to eat,
4. But this pig had none;
5. And this little pig said, Wee, wee, wee! All the way home. |
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