The Song of Sixpence - Picture Book by Walter Crane
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[Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] [Illustration] AN ALPHABET OF OLD FRIENDS. A A carrion crow sat on an oak, Watching a tailor shape his cloak. "Wife, bring me my old bent bow, That I may shoot yon carrion crow." The tailor he shot and missed his mark, And shot his own sow quite through the heart. "Wife, wife, bring brandy in a spoon, For our old sow is in a swoon." B Ba, ba, black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full. One for my master, One for my dame, |
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