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427.

As I went over the water,

The water went over me,
I heard an old woman crying,
Will you buy some furmity?

428.

Go to bed, Tom!
Go to bed, Tom!
Drunk or sober,
Go to bed, Tom!

429.

I HAD a little pony,

His name was Dapple-Gray, I lent him to a lady,

To ride a mile away;

She whipped him, she slashed him, She rode him through the mire ; I would not lend my poney now For all the lady's hire.

430.

OLD Father Graybeard,
Without tooth or tongue;

If you'll give me your finger,
I'll give you my thumb.

431.

BAH, bah, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full :
One for my master,

And one for my dame,

But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

432.

RowsTY dowt, my fire 's all out,

My little dame is not at home!

I'll saddle my duck, and bridle my hen,
And fetch my little dame home again!
Home she came, tritty trot,

She asked for the porridge she left in the pot;
Some she ate and some she shod,

And some she gave to the truckler's dog; She took up the ladle and knocked its head, And now poor Dapsy dog is dead!

433.

WASH hands, wash,

Pussey's gone to plough;

If you want your hands washed,
Have them washed now.

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IN Arthur's court Tom Thumb did live,
A man of mickle might;

The best of all the table round,
And eke a doughty knight.

His stature but an inch in height,
Or quarter of a span:

Then think you not this little knight
Was proved a valiant man?

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435.

How many days has my baby to play?
Saturday, Sunday, Monday,
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,
Saturday, Sunday, Monday.

436.

DAFFY-DOWN-DILLY has come up to town, In a yellow petticoat, and a green gown.

437.

I CAN weave diaper thick, thick, thick,
And I can weave diaper thin;

I can weave diaper out of doors,
And I can weave diaper in.

438.

LITTLE Tom Tucker

Sings for his supper;

What shall he eat?

White bread and butter.
How shall he cut it
Without e'er a knife?
How will he be married
Without e'er a wife?

439.

COME, let's to bed,
Says Sleepy-head;

Tarry awhile, says Slow:

Put on the pot,

Says Greedy-gut,

Let's sup before we go.

440.

To market, to market, a gallop, a trot,
To buy some meat to put in the pot;
Threepence a quarter, a groat a side,
If it hadn't been kill'd, it must have died.

441.

HIGH diddle doubt, my candle 's out,

My little maid is not at home:

Saddle my hog, and bridle my dog,

And fetch my little maid home.

442.

As I was going to sell my eggs,
I met a man with bandy legs,
Bandy legs and crooked toes,

I tripped up his heels and he fell on his nose.

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