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Then there ſhe is for you,
My a dildin, my a daldin;
Then there ſhe is for you,
Lily bright and ſhire a,
The Song of
The Old Woman that was
tols'd in a Blanket.
HERE was an old woman toſs'd in a blanket,
Seventeen times as high as the moon;
Zut where ſhe was going no mortal could tell,