THERE was an old woman, as Ive heard tell, She went to market, her eggs to sell;She went to market on a market-day,And she fell asleep on the Kings highway, There came by a peddler, whose name was Stout;He cut her petticoats all round about;He cut her petticoats up to the knees;Which made the old…
Nursery rhymes
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