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A BOOK OF NURSERY RHYMES
My father he died, but I can't tell you how,
He left me six horses to drive in my plough.
I sold my six horses, and I bought me a
cow,
I'd fain have made a fortune, but did not
know how.
I sold my cow, and I bought me a calf;
I'd fain have made a fortune, but lost the
best half.
