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THE QUEEN OF HEARTS.
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole those tarts, And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts, And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more. |
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There were three crows sat on a stone,
Fal la, la la lal de, Two flew away, and then there was one,
Fal la, la la lal de, The other crow rinding himself alone,
Fal la, la la lal de, He flew away, and then diere was none,
Fal la, la la lal de.
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