ROBIN HOOD AND LITTLE JOHN
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Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Is in the mickle wood!
Little John, Little John,
He to the town is gone.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
Telling his beads,
All in the greenwood
Among the green weeds.
Little John, Little John,
If he comes no more,
Robin Hood, Robin Hood,
We shall fret full sore!
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THE OLD WOMAN FROM FRANCE
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There came an old woman from France
Who taught grown-up children to dance;
But they were so stiff,
She sent them home in a sniff,
This sprightly old woman from France.
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TEETH AND GUMS
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Thirty white horses upon a red hill,
Now they tramp, now they champ, now they stand still.
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