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Baa, baa! black sheep, have you any wool ? Yes, marry, have I, three bags full,—-One for my master, and one for my dame, But none for the little boy who cries in the lane. |
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There was a piper had a cow, And he'd no hay to give her:
He took his pipe, and played a tune,— " Consider, cow, consider."
The cow considered very well; For she gave the piper a penny,
That he might play the tune again
Of " Corn rigs are bonnie." A |
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