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There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket,
Nineteen times as high as the moon;

Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.

Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
O whither, O whither, O whither so high?

To brush the cobwebs off the sky!
Shall I go with thee? Ay, by and by.

"Robert Barns, fellow fine,
Can you shoe this horse of mine?"
"Yes, good sir, that I can,
As well as any other man:
There's a nail, and there's a prod,
And now, good sir, your horse is shod."

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Jack and Jill went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water;
Jack fell down, and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling a'ter.

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

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Sing a song of sixpence,

A bag full of rye;
Four-and-twenty blackbirds

Baked in a pie;
When the pie was open'd,

The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish

To set before the king?

The king was in his counting-house

Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlour

Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden,

Hanging out the clothes, There came a little blackbird,

And snapt off her nose.

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Hey, my kitten, my kitten,
And hey, my kitten, my deary;

Such a sweet pet as this
Was neither far nor neary.

Here we go up, up, up,

And here we go down, down, downy; And here we go backwards and forwards,

And here we go round, round, roundy.

Kigadoon, rigadoon, now let him fly.

Sit upon mother's foot, jump him up high.

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I HAD a little husband
No bigger than my thumb,

I put him in a pint pot,
And there I bid him drum.

I bought a little horse
That gallop'd up and down;

I bridled him, and saddled
him,
And sent him out of town.

I gave him some garters,
To garter up his hose,

And a little handkerchief,
To wipe his pretty nose-

A LIttLE boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;

An owl came out, and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.

Sing jigmijole, the pudding-bowl,
The table and the frame;

My master he did cudgel me
For kissing of my dame.

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