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Iron and steel will bend and break,

Dance over my Lady Lee,
Iron and steel will bend and break,

With a gay ladye.
We'll build it up with silver and gold,

Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll build it up with silver and gold,

With a gay ladye.
Silver and gold will be stolen away,

Dance over ny Lady Lee,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,

With a gay ladye.
We'll set a man to watch it then,

Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll set a man to watch it then,

With a gay ladye.
Suppose the man should fall asleep,

Dance over my Lady Lee,
Suppose the man should fall asleep,

With a gay ladye.
We'll put a pipe into his mouth,

Dance over my Lady Lee,
We'll put a pipe into his mouth,

With a gay ladye.

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Tom, 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.

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Little king Boggen he built a fine hall,

Pie-crust and pastry-crust, that was the wall; The windows were made of black-puddings and white, And slated with pancakes—you ne'er saw the like.

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To bed, to bed, says Sleepy-Head;

Let's stay awhile, says Slow;
Put on the pot, says Greedy-Sot,

We'll sup before we go.

Dingty diddledy, my mammy's maid,
She stole oranges, I am afraid ;
Some in her pocket, some in her sleeve,
She stole oranges, I do believe.

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Hush-a-bye, baby, lie still with thy daddy,

Thy manimy is gone to the mill,
To get some meal to bake a cake;

So pray, my dear baby, lie still.

Little lad, little lad,

Where were you born ?
Far off in Lancashire, under a thorn,
Where they sup butter-milk

With a ram's horn;
And a pumpkin scoop'd,

With a yellow rim,
Is the bonny bowlthey breakfastin.

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Pretty John Watts,

We are troubled with rats, Will you drive thein out of the house ?

We have mice too in plenty,

That feast in the pantry,
But let them stay and nibble away,
What harm in a little brown mouse ?

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Shake a leg, wag a leg, when will you gang?
At midsummer, mother, when the days are lang.

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