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"IMPLE Simon met a pieman,
Going to the fair :
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.
VOM, Tom, the piper's son,
Stole a pig, and away he run. The pig was eat, And Tom was beat, And Tom ran crying down the street.
45. PUSSY cat, pussy cat, with a white foot,
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.
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. NHERE was an old woman, and what do
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.
ITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating his Christmas pie;
And said, What a good boy am I!