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That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

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This is the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

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This is the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

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This is the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog.

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lav in the house that Jack built.

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This is the cock that crow'd in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn.

That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lav in the house that Jack built.

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This is the farmer sowing his corn,

That kept the cock that crow'd in the morn,

That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tatter'd and torn,

That kiss'd the maiden all forlorn,

That milk'd the cow with crumpled horn,

That toss'd the dog,

That worried the cat,

That kill'd the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

See a pin and pick it up,

All the day you'll have good luck.

See a pin and let it lay,

Bad luck vou'll have all the day.

A diller, a dollar, a ten o'clock scholar,
What makes you come so soon?

You used to come at ten o'clock,
But now vou come at noon.

There was a man of our town,

And he was wondrous wise: He jumped into a bramble bush,

And scratched out both his eyes. And when he found his eyes were out,

With all his might and main He jumped into another bush,

And scratched them in again.

For every evil under the sun,
There is a remedy, or there is none.
If there be one, try to find it;
If there be none, never mind it.

A man of words and not of deeds, Is like a garden full of weeds; For when the weeds begin to grow, Then doth the garden overflow.

My story's ended
My spoon is mended:
If you don't like it,
Go to the next door
And get it mended.

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