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THE MAN IN THE MOON. |
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The man in the moon Came tumbling down, And asked the way to
Norwich; He went by the south, And burnt his mouth With eating cold pease
porridge. |
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Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a rail,
Niddle, naddle, went his head, wiggle, waddle, went his tail;
Little Robin Redbreast |
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sat upon a bridle, With a pair of speckle legs, and a green girdle. |
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Pit, pat, well-a-day ! Little Robin flew away; Where can little Robin be, But up in yon cherry-tree ? |
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Ding, dong, darrow,
The cat and the sparrow;
The little dog has burnt his tail,
And he shall be whipped to-morrow. |
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