AN ALPHABET OF OLD FRIENDS.
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A carrion crow sat on an oak.
A Watching a tailor shape his cloak.
“Wife, bring me my old bent bow,
That I may shoot yon carrion crow."
The tailor he shot and missed his mark.
And shot his own sow quite through the heart.
"Wife, wife, bring brandy in a spoon,
For our old saw is in a swoon."
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B
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Ba, ba, black sheep, Have you any wool Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full.
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One for my master, One for my dame, But none for the little boy That cries in the lane.
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C
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Hen. Cock, cock, I have la-a-ayed!
Cock. Hen, hen, that's well sa-a-ayed!
Hen. Although I have to go bare-footed every day-a-ay!
Cock. (Con Spirito.) Sell your eggs and buy shoes!
Sell your eggs and buy shoes!
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D
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Dickery, dickery, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
Down the mouse ran,
Dickery, dickery, dock.
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