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TRUNDLING A HOOP.
Little boys come out to play,
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
Leave your supper, leave your sleep,
And come with your playfellows into the street;
Come with a hoop, and come with a call,
Come with a good wilt, or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
A half-penny roll will serve us all.
You'll find milk, and I'll find flour,
And we'll have a pudding in half an hour.
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