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John Cook was riding up Shuter's hill; he, haw,

hum! His mare fell down, and she made her will; he, haw,

hum !

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The bridle and saddle were laid on the shelf; he,

haw, hum! If you want any more you may sing it yourself; he,

haw, hum!

Who was not very young, nor yet very

IDE away, ride away, Johnny shall ride,

And he shall have pussy-cat tied to one side,
And he shall have little dog tied to the other,
And Johnny shall ride to see his grandmother.

h
HE Queen of Hearts,

She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole those tarts,

And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,

And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,

And vowed he'd steal no more.
HERE was a little woman, as I've been told,

Queen

old;

Now this little woman her living got,
By selling codlins, hot, hot, hot.

DAN

AME, get up and bake

and bake your pies,
Bake your pies, bake your pies;
Dame, get up and bake your pies
On Christmas Day in the morning.

Dame, what makes your maidens lie,
Maidens lie, maidens lie;
Dame, what makes your maidens lie
On Christmas Day in the morning ?

Dame, what makes your ducks to die,
Ducks to die, ducks to die;
Dame, what makes your ducks to die
On Christmas Day in the morning ?

Their wings are cut and they cannot fly,
Cannot fly, cannot fly;
Their wings are cut and they cannot fly
On Christmas Day in the morning.

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OLD and raw the north wind doth blow,

Bleak in a morning early;
All the hills are covered with snow,

And winter's now come fairly.

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SAW three ships come sailing by,
Come sailing by, come sailing by;

I saw three ships come sailing by,

On New Year's Day in the morning.

And what do you think was in them then,

Was in them then, was in them then ? And what do you think was in them then,

On New Year's Day in the morning ?

Three pretty girls were in them then,

Were in them then, were in them then; Three pretty girls were in them then,

On New Year's Day in the morning.

And one could whistle, and one could sing,

And one could play on the violinSuch joy there was at my wedding,

On New Year's day in the morning.

W

EE Willie Winkie runs through the town,

Upstairs and downstairs in his nightgown, Rapping at the window, crying through the lock, “Are the children in their beds, for now it's eight

o'clock?"

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