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rown, And Jill came tumbling after. Up Jack got and home did trot As fast as he could caper; Went to bed to mend his head With vinegar and brown paper. Jill came in and she did grin, To see his paper plaster. Mother, vexed, did whip her next, For causing Jack's disaster. Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn, The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn. Where's the boy that looks after the sheep? He's under the haycock, fast asleep. Little Miss Muffet, She sat on a tuffet, Eating of curds and whey; There came a great spider, And sat down beside her, Which frightened Miss Muffet away. Lucy Locket lost her pocket, Kitty Fisher found it; But never a penny was there in't Except the binding round it. My maid Mary She minds her dairy, While I go a-hoeing and mowing each morn. Merrily run the reel And the little spinning-wheel While I am singing and mowing my corn. Bessy Bell and Mary Gray, They were two bonny lasses: They built their house upon the lea, And covered it with rushes. Bessy kept the garden gate, And Mary kept the pantry; Bessy always had to wait, While Mary lived in plenty. Mary, Mary, quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells and silver bells And pretty girls all of a-row. Curly Locks! Curly Locks! wilt thou be mine? Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet feed the swine, But sit on a cushion and sew a fine seam, And feast upon strawberries, sugar, and cream! Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler he had a fine fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he; "Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee," went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three. There was an old woman went up in a basket Seventy times as high as the moon; And where she was going, I could not but ask it, For under her arm she carried a broom. "Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I, "Whither, O whither, O whither so high?" "I'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!" "Sh
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