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11There was an old woman lived under a hill, There was an old woman lived under a hill,
22And if she’s not gone she lives there still. And if she’s not gone, she lives there still,
33There was an old woman lived under a hill, Baked apples she sold, and cranberry pies,
44Put a mouse in a bag and went to the mill. She’s the old woman that never told lies.
5The miller did swear by the point of his knife,
6He never took toll of a mouse in his life.
75
86There was an old woman and nothing she had, There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
97And so this old woman was said to be mad. She had so many children she didn’t know what to do,
108She’d nothing to eat and nothing to wear, She gave them some broth without any bread;
119She’d nothing to lose and nothing to fear. She whipped them all soundly and put them to bed.
12She’d nothing to ask and she’d nothing to give,
13And when she did die, she’d nothing to leave.
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1511There was an old woman who lived in a shoe, There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
1612She had so many children she didn’t know what to do. Who lived in a dwelling exceedingly small.
1713She gave them some porridge without any bread, A man stretched his mouth to its utmost extent,
1814Then she borrowed a hammer and knocked them all dead. And down at one gulp house and old woman went.
19She went to the town to bespeak ‘em a coffin,
20But when she got back they were lying there laughing.
21She went up the stairs to ring the bell
22Then she slipped her foot and down she fell.
23So she got the coffin to herself.
24
25There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
26Seventeen times as high as the moon.
27And where she was going I couldn’t but ask it,
28For in her hand she carried a broom.
29Old woman, old woman, old woman, quoth I,
30Where are you going to, up so high?
31To brush the cobwebs off the sky.

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