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Little Boy Blue, come blow up your horn,
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow in the corn.


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There was an old woman tossed up in a basket
Nineteen times as high as the moon;
Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.
Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
O whither, O whither, O whither so high?
To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with thee? Aye, by-and bye.


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Ride a cockhorse to Banbury-cross