The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 43 of 140 (30%)
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For our old sow is in a swoon;
Sing heigh-ho, the carrion crow, Fol de riddle, lol de riddle, hi ding do! ABC Great A, little a, Bouncing B! The cat's in the cupboard, And can't see me. A NEEDLE AND THREAD Old Mother Twitchett had but one eye, And a long tail which she let fly; And every time she went through a gap, A bit of her tail she left in a trap. BANBURY CROSS Ride a cock-horse to Banbury Cross, To see an old lady upon a white horse. Rings on her fingers, and bells on her toes, She shall have music wherever she goes. THE MAN IN OUR TOWN |
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