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Little Tommy Tucker,

Sing for your supper:

What shall I sing?

White bread and butter.

How shall I cut it

Without any knife?

How shall I marry

Without any wife?

I would, if I could; if I couldn't, how could I?

I couldn't without I could, could I?

Could you without you could, could ye? could ye? could ye? You couldn't without you could, could ye?

Oh that I were where I would be!
Then should I be where I am not;
But where I am, there I must be,

And where I would be I can not.

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Hiccory, diccory, dock,

The mouse run up the clock;

The clock struck one, and down he run, Hiccory, diccory, dock.

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If I should give my fiddle,

They'll think that I'm gone mad,

For many a joyful day

My fiddle and I have had.

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There was a Piper had a Cow,
And he had naught to give her,

He pull'd out his pipes and play'd her a tune,
And bade the cow consider.

The cow considered very well,

And gave the piper a penny, And bade him play the other tune, "Corn rigs are bonny."

Away, pretty robin, fly home to your nest,
To make you my captive I still should like best,
And feed you with worms and with bread:
Your eyes are so sparkling, your feathers so soft,
Your little wings flutter so pretty aloft,

And

your breast is all cover'd with red.

Handy-spandy, Jacky dandy,
Loves plum-cake and sugar candy.
He bought some at a grocer's shop,
And pleased away went hop, hop, hop.

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