Oldal 197 [197]
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HARK, HARK, THE DOGS DO BARK. 191 Hark, hark, The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town: Some in jags, Some in rags, And some in velvet gown. One, two, buckle my shoe; Three, four, shut the door: Five, six, pick up sticks; Seven, eight, lay them straight; Nine, ten, a good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, dig and delve; Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting ; Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen; Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting ; Nineteen, twenty, my plate is empty.
