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There was an old man in a velvet coat, He kiss'd a maid and gave her a groat; The groat was crack'd and would not go. Ah, old man, do you serve me so?
Three wise men of Gotham
Up in the green orchard there is a green tree,
Harry cum Parry, when will you marry ?
When apples and pears are ripe. I'll come to your wedding without any bidding,
And stay with the bride all night.
Jog on, jog on, the footpath way,
And merrily jump the style, boys, A merry heart goes all the day,
Your sad one tires in a mile, boys.
I will sing you a song
Of the days that are long, Of the woodcock and the sparrow, Of the little dog that burnt his tail,
And he shall be whipt to-morrow.