Oldal 217 [217]
THE QUEEN OF HEARTS. 211
The Queen of Hearts
She made some tarts
All on a summer’s day;
The Knave of Hearts
He stole those tarts,
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
The Knave of Hearts
Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he’d steal no more.
There were three crows sat on a stone,
Fal la, la la lal de,
Two flew away, and then there was one,
Fal la, la la lal de,
The other crow finding himself alone,
. Fal la, la la lal de,
He flew away, and then there was none,
Fal la, la la lal de.
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