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There was an old woman, she liv'd in a shoe,
gave them some broth without any bread, She whipt them all soundly and put them to bed.
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?
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
think? She livà upon nothing but victuals and drink : Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old lady scarce ever was quiet.
The rose is red, the violet blue,