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Sing, sing, what shall I sing?

The cat has eaten the pudding-string!

Do, do, what shall I do?

The cat has bitten it quite in two.

When the wind is in the east,
'Tis neither good for man nor beast j
When the wind is in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not forth;
When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes' mouth;
When the wind is in the west,
Then 'tis at the very best.

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Mistress Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockle shells,
And maidens all a row.


There was an old woman of Norwich,
Who lived upon nothing but porridge;
Parading the town,
She turned cloak into gown,
This thrifty old woman of Norwich.

I Had a little hobby-horse, and it was well shod,

It carried me to the mill-door, trod, trod, trod;

When I got there I gave a great shout,

Down came the hobby-horse, and I cried out.

Fie upon the miller, he was a great beast,

He would not come to my house, I made a little

feast; I had but a little, but I would give him some, For playing of his bag-pipes and beating his drum.

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Ride a cock-horse to Coventry-cross

To see what Emma can buy; A penny white cake I'll buy for her sake,

And a twopenny tart or a pie.


Multiplication is vexation,

Division is as bad;
The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,

And Practice drives me mad.

There was an owl lived in an oak,

Wisky, wasky, weedle;

And every word he ever spoke

Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.

A gunner chanced to come that way,

Wisky, wasky, weedle;

Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird,"

Fiddle, faddle, feedle.

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