Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXIV. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman of Norwich,
    Who lived upon nothing but porridge;
        Parading the town,
        She turned cloak into gown,
    This thrifty old woman of Norwich.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXVII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXV. Games. Game Of The Gipsy.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXV. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCVII. Local.

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