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Traditional Nursery Songs. 59
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HERE was an old woman, and what do you think ? She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink; Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet, And yet this old woman could never be quiet.
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HERE was an old woman who lived in a shoe, She had so many children she didn't know what
to do; She gave them some broth without any bread, She whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.
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HERE was an old woman lived under a hill, And if she ben't gone, she lives there still. |
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HERE was an old woman had three sons, Jeffery, Jemmy, and John; Jeffery was hung, and Jemmy was drowned, And Johnny was never more found: So there was an end of these three sons, Jeffery, Jemmy, and John. |
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