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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. |
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S
ING a song of sixpence, A bag full of rye, Four-and-twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie: When the pie was opened The birds began to sing; And wasn't this a dainty dish To set before the king ?
H
E that would thrive must rise at five; He that hath thriven may lie till seven; A.nd he that by the plough would thrive, Himself must either hold or drive.
A
S I was going to sell my eggs, I met a man with bandy legs, Bandy legs and crooked toes, [ tripped up his heels and he fell on his nose. |
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