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There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,
Heigh ding a ding, what shall I sing?
Hey rub-a-dub, ho rub-a-dub, three maids in a tub, · And who do you think was there? The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker,
And all of them gone to the fair.
To be sung in a high wind.
Hush-a-bye, baby, upon the tree-top,
Daffy-down-dilly is new come to town, With a petticoat green, and a bright yellow gown, And her little white blossoms are peeping around.
There was an old woman, and what do you think?
The rose is red, the violet blue,