Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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There was an old woman of Norwich, "Who lived upon nothing but porridge; Parading the town, She turned cloak into gown, This thrifty old woman of Norwich.
I had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,
It carried mo to the mill-door, trod, trod, tcod;
When I got there I gave a great shout,
Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.
Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,
He would not come to my house, I made a little
feast; I had but a little, but I would give him some, For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.