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CIMPLE Simon met a pieman,
Let me taste your ware.
Show me first your penny.
Indeed I have not any.
If plums grew on a thistle ;
Which made poor Simon whistle.
TOM, Tom, the piper's son,
1 Stole a pig, and away he run.
PUSSY cat, pussy cat, with a white foot,
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,
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;
From this into yonder town, e-oh!
The farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed,
For the fox has been through the town, e-oh!
The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,
And no more you 'll trouble the town, e-oh!
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.
Eating his Christmas pie;
And said, What a good boy am I!