Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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	Sing, sing, what shall I sing ? The cat has eaten the pudding-string ! Do, do, what shall I do ? The cat has bitten it quite in two.
	When the wind is in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the north, The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the south, It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth; When the wind is in the west, Then 'tis at the very best.