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THERE was a little nobby colt, His name was Nobby Gray; His head was made of pouce straw, His tail was made of hay ; He could ramble, he could trot, He could carry a mustard-pot, Round the town of Woodstock. Hey, Jenny, hey !
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KING'S SUTTON is a pretty town, And lies all in a valley ; There is a pretty ring of bells, Besides a bowling-alley : Wine and liquor in good store, Pretty maidens plenty ; Can a man desire more ? There ain't such a town in twenty.
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THE
little priest of Felton, The little priest of Felton, He kill'd a mouse within his house, And ne'er a one to help him.
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THE
tailor of Bicester, He has but one eye ; He cannot cut a pair of green galagaskins, If he were to try.
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DICK
and Tom, Will and John, Brought me from Nottingham.
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DRIDDLETY drum, driddlety drum, There you see the beggars are come ; Some are here and some are there, And some are gone to Chidley fair.
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MY
father and mother My uncle and aunt, Be all gone to Norton, But little Jack and I.
A little bit of powdered beef,
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I LOST
my mare in Lincoln lane, And couldn't tell where to find her, Till she came home both lame and blind, With never a tail behind her.
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CRIPPLE
Dick upon a stick, And Sandy on a sow, Riding away to Galloway, To buy a pound o'woo.
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AT
Brill on the Hill, The wind blows shrill, The cook no meat can dress ; At Stow in the Wold The wind blows cold,— I know no more than this.
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A MAN
went a hunting at Reigate, And wished to leap over a high gate ; Says the owner, "Go round, With your gun and your hound, For you never shall leap over my gate."
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