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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. 51 |
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HERE was an old woman, She lived in a shoe, She had so many children She didn't know what to do; She gave them some broth
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ICKETT, pickety, My black hen, She lays eggs For gentlemen; Gentlemen come Every day To see what my Black hen doth lay.
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IGH diddle doubt, my candle's out, And my little dame's not come : So saddle my hog, and bridle my dog, And fetch my little dame home.
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HERE was a little one-eyed gunner, Killed all the birds that died last summer.
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