A STRANGE OLD WOMAN
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There 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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I HAD A LITTLE HUSBAND
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I had a little husband no bigger than my thumb,
I put him in a pint pot, and there I bid him drum,
I bought a little handkerchief to wipe his little nose,
And a pair of little garters to tie his little hose.
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LITTLE FRED
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When little Fred went to bed,
He always said his prayers;
He kissed mamma, and then papa,
And straightway went upstairs.
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