The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
page 131 of 140 (93%)
page 131 of 140 (93%)
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A CHERRY
As I went through the garden gap, Who should I meet but Dick Red-cap! A stick in his hand, a stone in his throat,-- If you'll tell me this riddle, I'll give you a groat. THE LOST SHOE Doodle doodle doo, The Princess lost her shoe: Her Highness hopped,-- The fiddler stopped, Not knowing what to do. HOT CODLINS There was a little woman, as I've been told, Who was not very young, nor yet very old; Now this little woman her living got By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot! SWAN Swan, swan, over the sea; Swim, swan, swim! Swan, swan, back again; |
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