The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 94 of 140 (67%)
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She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire; I would not lend my pony now For all the lady's hire. A WELL As round as an apple, as deep as a cup, And all the king's horses can't fill it up. COFFEE AND TEA Molly, my sister and I fell out, And what do you think it was all about? She loved coffee and I loved tea, And that was the reason we couldn't agree. PUSSY-CAT MEW Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal, And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole. Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk Until her best petticoat's mended with silk. THE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURL |
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