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When good King Arthur ruled his land
He was a goodly king;
To make a bag-pudding.
And stuff'd it well with plums;
As big as my two thumbs.
And noblemen beside;
The queen next morning fried.
Rock-a-bye, baby, your cradle is green,
See saw, Jack-a-daw,
About the bush, Willie, about the bee-hive,
We're three brethren out of Spain,
Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow? With silver bells and cockle shells,
And maidens all in a row.
When I was a little boy, my mother kept me in,