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Hickety Pickety My Black Hen.


Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;



Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating of curds and whey;



There came a big Spider
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.

The Man in the Moon
Came tumbling down,
And asked his way to Norwich;



They told him south,
And he burnt his mouth
With eating cold pease-porridge.

There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook
And saw a little duck,
And he shot it right through the head, head, head.

...

There Was A Man.


There was a man, and he had nought,
And robbers came to rob him;



He crept up to the chimney-pot,





And then they could not find him;...

The Three Wise Men Of Gotham.

Three wise men of Gotham
Went to sea in a bowl:



If the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.

To Market, To Market.


To market, to market, to buy a fat Pig;
Home again, home again, dancing a jig.





To market, to market, to buy a fat Hog;...