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NOW the spring is coming on,
Ah! I see your little head
For the mild south wind doth blow,
So, your pretty flower shew,
T ITTLE Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper
What shall he eat? White bread and butter. How shall he cut it without e’er a knife ? How shall he marry without e'er a wife?
39. NOSE, nose, jolly red nose ; - And what gave thee that jolly red nose ? Nutmegs and cinnamon, spices and cloves, And they gave me this jolly red nose.