Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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	Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting, To get a little hare's skin, To wrap a baby bunting in.
	There was a man and he had naught, And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney top, And then they thought they had him; But he got down on t'other side, And then they could not find him : He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days, And nerer look'd behind him.