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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked

mile; He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile! He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked

mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house.


The Queen of Hearts,
She made some tarts,

All on a summer's day;
The Knave of Hearts,
He stole those tarts,

And took them clean away.

The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,

And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts.

And vowed he'd steal no more. "Where are you going, my pretty maid?" "I'm going a-milking, sir," she said. "May I go with you, my pretty maid?" "You're kindly welcome, sir," she said. "What is your father, my pretty maid?" "My father's a farmer, sir," she said.


"Say, will you marry me, my pretty maid?" "Yes, if you please, kind sir," she said. "What is your fortune, my pretty maid?" "My face is my fortune, sir," she said. "Then I can't marry you, my pretty maid!" "Nobody asked you, sir," she said.

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