Nursery Rhyme. CCLXX. Gaffers And Gammers.

    Oh, dear, what can the matter be?
    Two old women got up in an apple tree;
    One came down,
    And the other staid till Saturday.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXLVIII. Songs.

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Kisses

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXIII. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman called Nothing-at-all,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLX. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVI. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman in Surrey,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLIII. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman who lived in a shoe,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLVI. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman, her name it was Peg;
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXI. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman toss'd up in a basket
        Nineteen times as high as the moon;
    Where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
        For in her hand she carried a broom.

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