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Oh, what a sweet little white Mouse !
With his eyes of pink,
My little Pink
I suppose you think,
Tell tale tit, your tongue shall be slit,
Saturday night shave my whole care
Dear Sensibility, O la!
“Ah" The little lamb, as I said so, Frisking about the fields did go, And, frisking, trod upon my toe.
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,
Can you spell that with four letters ?
There was a man in our town,
And he was wond'rous wise,
And scratch'd out both his eyes ;
With all his might and main
And scratch'd them in again.
As I was going to sell my eggs,
Old mistress McShuttle
Lived in a coal-scuttle,
What they ate I can't tell,
well, That none of the party were fat.
Hen. Cock, cock, cock, cock,
I've laid an egg,
Am I to gang ba-are-foot
I've been up and down,
If I'd crow my hea-art out. [To be said very quickly, excopt the last two words in eacb Vors, which are to be " screamed 'out]