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 … There was an old man who lived in Middle Row,He had five hens, and a name for them, 0! Bill, and JNTed, and Battock, Cut-her-foot, and Pattock, Chuck, my lady Prattock, Go to your nest and lay! Rumpty-iddity, row, row, row, If I had a good supper, I could eat it now. 41
Nursery rhymes
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