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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. |
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The queen of hearts,
She made some tarts, All on a summer's day;
The knave of hearts
He stole those tarts, And with them ran away:
The king of hearts
Call'd for those tarts, And beat the knave full sore,
The knave of hearts
Brought back those tarts, And said he'd ne'er steal more. |
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The king of spades
He kiss'd the maids, Which vex'd the queen full sore;
The que'en of spades
She beat those maids And turn'd them out of door;
The knave of spades
Grieved for those jades, And did for them implore;
The queen so gent,
She did relent, And vow'd she'd ne'er strike more. |
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