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Traditional Nursery Songs. 67
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HAT care I how black I be, Twenty pounds will marry me; If twenty won't, forty shall, I am my mother's bouncing girl!
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HEN good king Arthur ruled this land, He was a goodly king; He stole three pecks of barley-meal, To make a bag-pudding.
A bag-pudding the king did make,
And stufFd it well with plums: And in it put great lumps of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
The king and queen did eat thereof,
And noblemen beside; And what they could not eat at night,
The queen next morning fried.
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HEN the wind 's in the east, 'Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the north, The skilful fisher then goes not forth; |
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