The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 68 of 140 (48%)
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I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum, I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose, And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose. TO BABYLON How many miles is it to Babylon?-- Threescore miles and ten. Can I get there by candle-light?-- Yes, and back again. If your heels are nimble and light, You may get there by candle-light. I'LL TELL YOU A STORY I'll tell you a story About Jack-a-Nory: And now my story's begun. I'll tell you another About his brother: And now my story is done. A STRANGE OLD WOMAN There was an old woman, and what do you think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; |
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