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Traditional Nursery Songs.
To milk the cow Joe Dobson went,
His business to begin ; She tossed the pail, and kicked his leg,
The blood ran down his shin.
To boil the pot next Dobson went,
The fire he had forgot, He ran with chips and burnt his head,
Oh ! grievous was his lot.
He found the dough his wife had set The household bread to make,
But stooping down to knead it well, His back did sorely ache.
Joe Dobson then sat down to reel The yarn his rib had spun,
But puzzled and perplex'd was he, He swore it was no fun.
And now he tried to wash the clothes,
But sore against his will; The water scalded both his hands,
Bad luck pursued him still.
He went to hang the clothes to dry, It was a lovely day, |
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