Mother Goose

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	THERE was an old woman had three sons, Jerry, and James, and John; Jerry was hung, James was drown'd,	John was lost and never was found; And there was an end of the three sons, Jerry, and James, and John.



	THE sow came in with the saddle; The little pig rock'd the cradle; The dish jump'd up on the table, To see the pot swallow the ladle. The spit that stood behind the door, Threw the pudding-stick on the floor. Oh! said the gridiron, can't you agree ? I'm the head constable, bring them to me. ( 85 )