The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 62 of 140 (44%)
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I chanced to meet an old man,
Clothed all in leather. He began to compliment And I began to grin. How do you do? And how do you do? And how do you do again? ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Is in the mickle wood! Little John, Little John, He to the town is gone. Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Telling his beads, All in the greenwood Among the green weeds. Little John, Little John, If he comes no more, Robin Hood, Robin Hood, We shall fret full sore! RAIN Rain, rain, go to Spain, And never come back again. |
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