As Jenny was going to market with milk,In hopes to buy her a gown of silk,The milk pail fell, the milk ran away,And she lost all her hopes of a gownthat day. The rose is red, the violet blue,The gillyflower sweet—and so are you.These are the words you bade me sayFor a pair of new gloves on Easter… … John, come sell thy fiddle,And buy thy wife a gown. No, Tom, I wont sell my fiddle.For neer a wife in town. There was a horse going to the mill,When he went on, he stood not still. 40
Nursery rhymes
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