that's the way the noise begun.

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Little Tommy Grace
Had a pain in his face,
So bad that he could not learn a letter;

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When in came Dicky Long,
Singing such a funny song,
That Tommy laughed, and found his face much better.

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Pus-sy sits be-side the fire. How can she be fair?
In walks a lit-tle dog-gy, Pus-sy, are you there?

Oh, the rus-ty, dus-ty, rus-ty mill-er.
I'll not change my wife for gold or sill-er.

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There was a crook-ed man, and he went a crook-ed mile,
And he found a crook-ed six-pence a-gainst a crook-ed stile;
He bought a crook-ed cat, which caught a crook-ed mouse,
And they all liv-ed to-ge-ther in a lit-tle crook-ed house.

The Li-on and the U-ni-corn were fight-ing for the crown,
The Li-on beat the U-ni-corn all round a-bout the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown,
Some gave them plum-cake, and sent them out of town.

Thomas a Tat-ta-mus took two T's
To tie two Tups to two tall trees,
To fright-en the ter-ri-ble Thomas a Tat-ta-mus.
Tell me how many T's there are in all THAT.

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A little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.

If all the world were water,
And all the water were ink,
What should we do for bread and cheese?
What should we do for drink?

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Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
And Jack jump over the candlestick.

Cur-ly locks, cur-ly locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dish-es, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cush-ion, and sew a fine seam,
And feed up-on straw-ber-ries, su-gar, and cream.

Mar-ge-ry Mut-ton-pie, and John-ny Bo-peep,
They met to-ge-ther in Grace-church Street;
In and out, in and out, o-ver the way,
Oh! says John-ny, 'tis Chop-nose Day.

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Is John Smith with-in?
Yes, that he is.
Can he set a shoe?
Aye, mar-ry, two.
Here a nail, there a nail,
Tick, tack, too.

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Old Mother Goose,
When she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air
On a very fine gander.

Mother Goose had a house,
'Twas built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door
For sentinel stood.

This is her son Jack,
A smart-looking lad;
He is not very good,
Nor yet very bad.

She sent him to market,
A live goose he bought.
"Here, mother," says