The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 91 of 140 (65%)
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All went over
The bridge together. The bridge broke down, They all fell in; "May the rats go with you," Says Tom Bolin. ONE, TWO, BUCKLE MY SHOE One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Knock at the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good, fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, Maids a-courting; Fifteen, sixteen, Maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, Maids a-waiting; Nineteen, twenty, |
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