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MOTHER GOOSE S MELODIES. |
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IDDLE, diddle, dumpling, my son John Went to bed with his breeches on; One shoe off, the other shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.
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NCE in my life I married a wife, And where do you think I found her ? On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen,
And I took up a stick to pound her. She jumped over a barberry-bush,
And I jumped over a timber: I showed her a gay gold ring, And she showed me her finger.
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HERE was a rat, for want of stairs, Went down a rope to say his prayers.
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F all the world was apple-pie, And all the sea was ink, And all the trees were bread and cheese
What should we have to drink ? It's enough to make an old man Scratch his head and think.
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INGTT, diddledy, my mammy's maid, She stole oranges, I am afraid. Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve, She stole oranges, I do believe. |
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