Mother Goose

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mHE Queen of Hearts, She made some tarts,
All on a summer's day: The Knave of Hearts, He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts, Call'd for the tarts,
And beat the knave full sore: The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts,
And vow'd he'd steal no more.
mHE Lion and the Unicorn,
Were fighting for the crown;
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake,
And sent them out of the town.
THE north wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow, * And what will poor Eobin do then ? Poor thing!
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He'll sit in a barn, To keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing.