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MOTHER GOOSE'S MELODIES. |
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OUR-and-twenty tailors Went to kill a snail, The best man among them Durst not touch her tail. She put out her horns,
Like a little Kyloe cow : Run, tailors, run,
Or she'll kill you all e'en now |
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"RUB a dub dub, -Tu Three men in a tub The butcher, the baker, The candle-stick maker; All jumped out of a rotten potato |
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