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M Y lady Wind, my lady Wind,
A chink to get her foot in :
And drove the chimney soot in.
That all the house was pothered : From it she raised up such a flame, As flamed away to Belting Lane,
And White Cross folks were smothered. And thus when once, my little dears, A whisper reaches itching ears,
The same will come, you'll find : Take my advice, restrain the tongue, Remember what old nurse has sung
Of busy lady Wind.
DUNCH and Judy
A sad blow on the eye.
TAFFY was a Welshman, Taffy was a thief; | Taffy came to my house and stole a piece
of beef: I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not at home; Taffy came to my house and stole a marrow
I went to Taffy's house, Taffy was not in;
LITTLE Jack Horner sat in a corner.
L Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, and he pulled out a plum,
And said, “What a good boy am I!”
Born on a Monday,