The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 56 of 140 (40%)
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I've laid an egg,
Am I to gang ba--are-foot?" "Hen, hen, hen, hen, I've been up and down To every shop in town, And cannot find a shoe To fit your foot, If I'd crow my hea--art out." BLUE BELL BOY I had a little boy, And called him Blue Bell; Gave him a little work,-- He did it very well. I bade him go upstairs To bring me a gold pin; In coal scuttle fell he, Up to his little chin. He went to the garden To pick a little sage; He tumbled on his nose, And fell into a rage. He went to the cellar To draw a little beer; |
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