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Here is the church, And here is the steeple, Open the door And see all the people. |
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Here are the lady's knives and forks, Here is the lady's table, Here is the lady's looking-glass, And here is the baby's cradle. |
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Put your finger in Foxy's hole, Foxy's not at home; Foxy's at the back door, Picking a marrow bone. |
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Pease porridge hot, Pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot Nine days old. Some like it hot, Some like it cold, Some like it in the pot Nine days old. |
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold, Pease porridge in the pot nine days old. Spell me that without a P, And a clever scholar you will be! |
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My mother and your mother Went over the way; Said my mother to your mother, It's chop-a-nose day. |