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The man in the moon
Came tumbling down, And ask'd his way to Norwich.
He went by the south,
And burnt his mouth With supping cold pease-porridge. |
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There was an old woman
Lived under a hill, She put a mouse in a bag,
And sent it to mill; The miller did swear
By the point'of his knife, He never took toll
Of a mouse in his life I |
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