Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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	0 "where are you going, My pretty maiden fair, With your red rosy cheeks And your coal-black hair ?— I'm going a-milking— Kind sir, says she— And it's dabbling in the dew Where you'll find me ! i« TflE King of France, with twenty thousand men, Went up the hill, and thea came down again j The King of Spain, with twenty thousand sacre, Climb'd the same hill the French had climb'd before.