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Little Johnny Pringle had a little Pig.
It was very little, so was not very big.
As it was playing beneath the shed,
In half a minute poor Piggy was dead.

So Johnny Pringle he sat down and cried,
And Betty Pringle she laid down and died.
There is the history of one, two and three,
Johnny Pringle, Betty Pringle, and Piggy Wiggie.

Two sticks in an apple,

You owe me five shillings,
Say the bells of St Helen's
When will you pay me?
Say the bellsof Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,

Say the bells of Shoreditch
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,

Says the great Bell of Bow

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Ring the bells of Whitechapel.
Halfpence and farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin's.

Kettles and pans,

Say the bells of St. Ann's.
Brickbats and tiles,

Say the bells of St. Giles.
Old shoes and slippers,
Say the bells of St. Peter's.
Pokers and tongs,

Say the bells of St. John's.

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Once in my life I married a wife,
And where do you think I found her?

On Gretna Green, in velvet sheen,

And I took up a stick to pound her.
She jumped over a barberry-bush,
And I jumped over a timber,
I showed her a gay gold ring,

And she showed me her finger.

Ride a cock horse to Charing-Cross,

To see a young woman
Jump on a white horse,
With rings on her fingers
And bells on her toes,
And she shall have music
Wherever she goes.

Johnny shall have a new bonnet,
And Johnny shall go to the fair,
And Johnny shall have a new ribbon
To tie up his bonny brown hair.

And why may not I love Johnny,
And why may not Johnny love me?
And why may not I love Johnny
As well as another body?

And here's a leg for a stocking,
And here's a foot for a shoe,
And he has a kiss for daddy,
And two for his mammy also.

And why may not I love Johnny?
And why, &c. &c.

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Who comes here? A Grenadier.
What do you want? A pot of beer.
Where's your money? I forgot.
Get you gone, you drunken sot.

Smiling girls, rosy boys,
Come and buy my little toys,
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red.

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