| Hush-a-by baby on the tree top |
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| Leddy, Leddy Lanners |
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| Hoky, poky, winky wum |
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| As I was walking down the lake |
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| When thrones shall crumble and moulder to dust |
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| To a Hurricane, At My Window |
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| What saw the Cotton-spinners? |
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| As I went up the apple tree |
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| Ring-a-ring o'roses |
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| I'm not a butcher |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem