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She is sick, says the fly,

And I fear she will die; That's why she's in bed.

Pray, what's her disorder?

She's got a lock'd jaw,

Says the little jack-daw, And that's her disorder.

Who makes her gruel ?

I, says the horse,

For I am her nurse, And I make her gruel.

Pray who is her doctor?

Quack, quack, says the duck;

I that task undertook, And I am her doctor.

Who thinks she 'll recover ?

I, says the deer,

For I did last year;
So I think she'll recover.

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THERE

MTHERE were two birds

sat upon a stone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; One flew away,

and then there was one, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; The other flew after,

and then there was none, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; And so the

poor

stone it was left all alone, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!

Of these two birds

one back again flew, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; The other came after,

and then there were two, Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; Said one to the other,

Pray how do you do? Fa, la, la, la, lal, de; Very well, thank you,

and pray how do you? Fa, la, la, la, lal, de!

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THERE

THERE was an old woman who rode on a broom,

With a high gee ho, gee humble;
And she took her old cat behind for a groom,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

They travell’d along till they came to the sky,

With a high gee ho, gee humble;
But the journey so long made them very hungry,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

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Says Tom, I can find nothing here to eat

With a high gee ho, gee humble;
So let us go back again, I entreat,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

The old woman would not go back so soon,

With a high gee ho, gee humble;
For she wanted to visit the Man in the Moon,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

Says Tom, I'll go back by myself to our house,

With a high gee ho, gee humble ;
For there I can catch a good rat or a mouse,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

But, says the old woman, how will you go?

With a high gee ho, gee humble;
You shan't have my nag, I protest and vow,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

No, no, says Tom, I've a plan of my own,

With a high gee ho, gee humble;
So he slid down the rainbow, and left her alone,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

So now, if you happen to visit the sky,

With a high gee ho, gee humble; And want to come back, you Tom's method may try,

With a bimble, bamble, bumble.

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I, said the sparrow,

Who caught his blood ?
I, said the fish,
With my little dish,
And I caught his blood.

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bow and arrow,

With

my And I kill'd Cock-Robin.

Who saw him die?
I, said the fly,
With

my little eye, And I saw him die.

Who made his shroud ?
I, said the beetle,
With my little needle,
And I made his shroud.

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