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HEN Little Fred was called to bed,
He always acted right;
And wished them all good night.
He made no noise, like naughty boys,
But gently upstairs
And always said his prayers.
WENT to the wood and got it;
I sat me down and looked at it; The more I looked at it the less I liked it ; And I brought it home because I couldn't help it.
On the king's kitchen door; All the king's horses, And all the king's men, Couldn't drive Hick-a-more, Hack-a-more, Off the king's kitchen door!
S soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a thick wall, And a green coat covers me all.
ONG legs, crooked thighs,
[Pair of tongs.
ARTHUR O'BOWER has broken his band,
He comes roaring up the land ;The King of Scots, with all his power, Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!
[A storm of wind.