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The stars were shining, and all things bright; Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, e-oh!
The fox when he came to yonder stile,
From this unto yonder town, e-oh!
The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
And long to be picking your bones, e-oh!
The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack;
The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,
'll trouble the town, e-oh!
48. WHERE was an old woman, and what do you
think? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink : Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old woman could never be quiet.
in a corner,
And said, What a good boy am I!