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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;
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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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.

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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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