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CIMPLE Simon met a pieman,
W Going to the fair :
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

Let me taste your ware.
Says the pieman to Simple Simon,

Show me first your penny.
Says Simple Simon to the pieman,

Indeed I have not any.
Simple Simon went to look

If plums grew on a thistle ;
He prick’d his fingers very much,

Which made poor Simon whistle.

43.

TOM, Tom, the piper's son,

1 Stole a pig, and away he run.
The pig was eat,
And Tom was beat,
And Tom ran crying down the street.

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PUSSY cat, pussy cat, with a white foot,
1 When is your wedding ? for I'll come to 't.
The beer's to brew, the bread's to bake,
So, pussy cat, pussy cat, don't be too late.

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THE fox jump'd up on a moonlight night;

1 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,
He lifted his ears, and he listen’d a while;
Oh, ho! said the fox, it's but a short mile

From this unto yonder town, e-oh!

The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
Who should he see but the farmer's drake ;
I love you well for your master's sake,

And long to be picking your bones, e-oh!

The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack;
Oh, họ! said the fox, you are very fat;
You'll do very well to ride on my back

From this into yonder town, e-oh!

The farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed,
And out of the window she popped her head:
O husband ! O husband! the geese are all dead,

For the fox has been through the town, e-oh!

The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,
And shot the old rogue of a fox through the head;
Ah, ha, said the farmer, I think you're quite dead,

And no more you 'll trouble the town, e-oh!

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48. HERE was an old woman, and what do you think? 1 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.

49.
T ITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner,

Eating his Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb, and pulld out a plum,

And said, What a good boy am I!

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