As I was walking up the street, The steeple bells were ringing; As I sat down at Mary's feet, The sweet, sweet birds were singing. As I walked far into the world, I met a little fairy; She plucked this flower, and, as it's sweet, I've brought it home to Mary.
As I was walking up the street, The steeple bells were ringing; As I sat down at Mary's feet, The sweet, sweet birds were singing. As I walked far into the world, I met a little fairy; She plucked this flower, and, as it's sweet, I've brought it home to Mary.

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Five little sisters walking in a row; Now, isn't that the best way for little girls to go? Each had a round hat, each had a muff, And each had a new pelisse of soft green stuff. Five little marigolds standing in a row; Now, isn't that the best way for marigolds to grow? Each with a green stalk, and all the five had got A bright yellow flower, and a new red pot.
Five little sisters walking in a row; Now, isn't that the best way for little girls to go? Each had a round hat, each had a muff, And each had a new pelisse of soft green stuff. Five little marigolds standing in a row; Now, isn't that the best way for marigolds to grow? Each with a green stalk, and all the five had got A bright yellow flower, and a new red pot.

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In go-cart so tiny My sister I drew; And I've promised to draw her The wide world through. We have not yet started— I own it with sorrow— Because our trip's always Put off till to-morrow.
In go-cart so tiny My sister I drew; And I've promised to draw her The wide world through. We have not yet started— I own it with sorrow— Because our trip's always Put off till to-morrow.

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Some geese went out a-walking, To breakfast and to dine; They craned their necks, and plumed themselves— They numbered four from nine; With their cackle, cackle, cackle! They thought themselves so fine. A dame went walking by herself, A very ancient crone; She said, "I wish that all you geese Were starved to skin and bone! Do stop that cackle, cackle, now, And leave me here alone."
Some geese went out a-walking, To breakfast and to dine; They craned their necks, and plumed themselves— They numbered four from nine; With their cackle, cackle, cackle! They thought themselves so fine. A dame went walking by herself, A very ancient crone; She said, "I wish that all you geese Were starved to skin and bone! Do stop that cackle, cackle, now, And leave me here alone."