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THERE was a man, and he had nought,
And robbers came to rob him; He crept up to the chimney-pot,
And then they thought they had him.
But he got down on t’ other side,
And then they could not find him. He ran fourteen miles in fifteen days,
And never looked behind him.
THE lion and the unicorn
All round about the town.
Some gave them white bread,
And some gave them brown;
And sent them out of town.
THERE was a fat man of Bombay,
Flew away with his pipe,
TOM, Tom, the piper's son,
1 Stole a pig, and away he run !
DRYAN O’LIN, and his wife, and wife's mother,
lead ; He went to the brook And saw a little duck, And he shot it right through the head head, head.
He carried it home