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But where she was going, no mortal could tell,
⁠For under her arm she carried a broom.

"Old woman, old woman, old woman," said I,
⁠"O whither, O whither, O whither so high? "
"I 'm sweeping the cobwebs off the sky!
⁠"Shall I go with thee? " "Ay, by and by."

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Peter White will ne'er go right: ⁠Would you know the reason why? He follows his nose where'er he goes, And that stands all awry.

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When Jacky's a very good boy,
⁠He shall have cakes and a custard;
But when he does nothing but cry,
⁠He shall have nothing but mustard.