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Hush-a-bye, baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock; When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, Down will come baby, cradle, and all. |
Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a-hunting, Gone to get a rabbit skin To wrap the baby bunting in. |
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Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John, Went to bed with his trousers on; One shoe off, and one shoe on, Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John. |
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Good night, God bless you, Go to bed and undress you. |
Sneezing
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Ring-a-ring o' roses, A pocket full of posies, A-tishoo! A-tishoo! We all fall down. |
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Rain, rain, go away, Come again another day, Little Colin wants to play.
Rain, rain, go to Spain, |
It's raining, it's pouring, The old man is snoring; He got into bed And bumped his head And couldn't get up in the morning. |