Old father Moggridge is riding to mill,Through the thick bushes, and over thehill. Snail, snail, put out your horns,Ill give you bread and barleycorns. 62 … 0 Sandy is a brave lad,And Sandy is a fine, And Sandy is a bonny lad,And best of all, hes mine. Birds of a feather flock together,And so will pigs and swine; Eats and mice will have their choice.And so will I have mine.
Nursery rhymes
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