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MOTHER GOOSE S MELODIES. |
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ITTLE boy, pretty boy, where were you born? In Lincolnshire, master, come blow the cow's horn.
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GGS, butter, cheese, bread, Stick, stock, stone, dead. ,, Stick him up, stick him down, Stick him in the old man's crown.
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EY ding a ding, what shall I sing? How many holes in a skimmer ? Four-and-twenty—my stomach's empty; Pray, mamma, give me some dinner.
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HREE little kittens lost their mittens; And they began to cry, Oh! mother, dear, we very much fear, That we have lost our mittens. Lost your mittens ! you naughty kittens! Then you shall have no pie.
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow. No, you shall have no pie. Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.
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HEN I was a little he, My mother took me on her knee; Smiles and kisses gave with joy, And called me oft her darling boy. |
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