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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. |
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PON my word and honor, As I was going to Bonner, I met a pig without a wig, Upon my word and honor. |
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ATURDAY night shall be my whole care, To powder my locks and curl my hair; On Sunday morning my love will come in, And marry me then with a pretty gold ring. |
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