JINGLES

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EEDLE, deedle, dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his trousers on;

One shoe off, the other shoe on,

Deedle, deedle, dumpling, my son John.

OCK-a-doodle-doo!

Cock

My dame has lost her shoe; My master's lost his fiddling-stick,

And don't know what to do.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

What is my dame to do?
Till master finds his fiddling-stick,
She'll dance without her shoe.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

My dame has lost her shoe,
And master's found his fiddling-stick;
Sing doodle-doodle-doo!

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

My dame will dance with you,
While master fiddles his fiddling-stick,
For dame and doodle-doo.

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

Dame has lost her shoe;

Gone to bed and scratch'd her head,

And can't tell what to do.

HEY

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laugh'd

To see the sport,

While the dish ran after the spoon.

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