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THERE

92. VHERE was a little man and he had

a little

gun, And his bullets were made of lead; He shot John Sprig through the middle of his wig,

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94. PETER PIPER pick'd a peck of pickled pepper;

A peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper pick’d; If Peter Piper pick'd a peck of pickled pepper, Where's the peck of pickled pepper Peter Piper pick’d?

95.

LITTLE boy blue, come blow up your

horn,

A sheep's in the meadow, a cow's in the corn; Where's the little boy that looks after the sheep? Oh, he's under the haycock fast asleep.

96.

I HAD a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell;

I gave him some work, and he did it very well; I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin, He stepp'd in the coal-scuttle up to the chin. I sent him to the garden to pick some sage, But he tumbled quite down, and fell in a rage; I sent him to the cellar to draw a pot of beer, He came up again, and said there was none there.

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