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WENT to the wood and got it; 1 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.
A shorn. (ICK-A-MORE, Hack-a-more, N1 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!
AS soft as silk, as white as milk,
As bitter as gall, a thick wall, And a green coat covers me all.
TONG legs, crooked thighs,
[Pair of tongs.
ARTHUR O’BOWER has broken his band, H He comes roaring up the land ;The King of Scots, with all his power, Cannot turn Arthur of the Bower!
[ A storm of wind.