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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. 39 |
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LITTLE maid, pretty maid,
whither goest thou? Down in the forest to milk
my cow. Shall I go with thee? No.
not now; When I 6end for thee, then
come thou.
LITTLE lad, little lad, where wast thou born ?
Far off, in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup sour milk in a ram's horn. |
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