Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXV. Gaffers And Gammers.

    A little old man of Derby,
    How do you think he served me?
    He took away my bread and cheese,
    And that is how he served me.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXIV. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXVII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXXXII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXIV. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman of Norwich,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLIII. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXIX. Gaffers And Gammers.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLVIII. Gaffers And Gammers.

    There was an old woman,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLVII. Gaffers And Gammers.

    A little old man and I fell out;
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