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Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Sick on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. That was the end Of Solomon Grundy. |
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The Queen of Hearts She made some tarts, All on a summer's day; The Knave of Hearts He stole those tarts, And took them clean away. |
The King of Hearts Called for the tarts, And beat the knave full sore; The Knave of Hearts Brought back the tarts, And vowed he'd steal no more. |
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Tweedledum and Tweedledee Agreed to have a battle, For Tweedledum said Tweedledee Had spoiled his nice new rattle.
Just then flew by a monstrous crow
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There 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 spanked them all soundly and put them to bed. |
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Terence McDiddler, The three-stringed fiddler, |
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Can charm, if you please, The fish from the seas. |
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William McTrimbletoe, He's a good fisherman; Catches fishes, Puts them in dishes, Catches hens, Puts them in pens; Some lay eggs, Some lay none, William McTrimbletoe, He doesn't eat one. |
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I'll tell you a story About Jack a Nory, And now my story's begun; I'll tell you another Of Jack and his brother, And now my story is done. |
(Since there is no story, you can igNory it.) |
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The man in the moon Came down too soon, And asked his way to Norwich; He went by the south And burnt his mouth With supping cold plum porridge. |
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Old Mother Shuttle Lived in a coal-scuttle Along with her dog and her cat; What they ate I can't tell, But 'tis known very well That none of the party was fat. |
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Three wise men of Gotham Went to sea in a bowl; If the bowl had been stronger, My tale would be longer. |
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Saint Dunstan, so the story goes, Once pulled the devil by his nose With red hot tongs, which made him roar, That could be heard ten miles or more. |
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Taffy was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief, Taffy came to my house And stole a piece of beef.
I went to Taffy's house, |
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Doctor Foster went to Gloucester In a shower of rain; He stepped in a puddle Right up to his middle, And never went there again. |
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Robin-a-bobbin, He bent his bow, Shot at a pigeon And killed a crow; Shot at another And killed his own brother, Did Robin-a-bobbin Who bent his bow. |
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Gregory Griggs, Gregory Griggs, Had twenty-seven different wigs. He wore them up, he wore them down, To please the people of the town; He wore them east, he wore them west, But he never could tell which he liked best. |