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115 MOTHER GOOSE’S NURSERY RHYMES.
Willy boy, Willy boy, where are you going?
I will go with you, if I may.
I am going to the meadows, to see them mowing,
I am going to see them make the hay.
Away, Birds, away!
Take a little, and leave a
little,
And do not come again;
For if you do,
I will shoot you through,
And then there will be an
end of you.