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Little boy blue, come, blow up your horn : The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn Where's the little boy that tends the sheep? He's under the haycock, fast asleep. Go wake him, go wake him ! Oh, no, not I! For if I do he will certainly cry. |
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As I was going to sell my eggs,
I met a man with bandy legs,—
Bandy legs and crooked toes :
I tripped up his heels, and he fell on his nose. |
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