Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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	Pit, pat, well-a-day, Little Robin flew away. Where can little Robin be ? Gone into the cherry tree.
	Little Jack Jingle, He used to live single: But when he got tired of this kind of life, He left off being single, and liVd with his wife.
	The cat sat asleep by the side of the fire, The mistress snored loud as a pig : Jack took up his fiddle, by Jenny's derire, And struck up a bit of a jig.