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This is the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that

Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that

Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the

crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that

Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the

crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that
Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all

forlorn,

That milked the cow with the

crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that

Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with

the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt

That lay in the house that Jack built.

LITTLE JACK HORNER.

Little Jack Horner sat in a corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;

He put in his thumb, and pulled out a plum,
And said, "What a good boy am I!"

THERE WAS A CROOKED MAN.

There was a crooked man,

And he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence
Against a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat,
Which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together
In a little crooked house.

One misty, moisty morning,

When cloudy was the weather,

I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.

He began to compliment, and I began to grin,

How do you do? and how do you do?

And how do you do again?

I SAW AN OLD WOMAN.

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

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

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"Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I,

"O whither, O whither,

O whither, so high?"

"To brush the cobwebs off the sky!"

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"Shall I go with thee?" Aye, by and by."

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