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Little Tom Tucker Sings for his supper; What shall he eat ? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it Without e'er a knife ? How will he be married Without e'er a wife ? |
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The Quaker's wife got up to bake, Her children all about her,
She gave them evary one a cage, And the inillei wants his moulter. |
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