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MOTHER GOOSE'S NURSERY RHYMES. |
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When little Fred went to bed, He always said his prayers; He kissed mamma, and then papa, And straightway went upstairs. |
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Bless you, bless you, bonny bee: |
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Say, when will your wedding be ?
If it be to-morrow day,
Take your wings and fly away. |
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Jack Sprat's pig,
He was not very little, Nor yet very big;
He was not very lean, He was not very fat,
He '11 do well for a grunt, Says little Jack Sprat |
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