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A FARMER WENT TROTTING. 293 A farmer went trotting upon his grey mare, Bumpety, bumpety, bump ! With his daughter behind him so rosy and fair, Lumpety, lumpety, lump! A raven cried croak! and they all tumbled down, Bumpety, bumpety, bump ! The mare broke her knees, and the farmer his crown, Lumpety, lumpety, lump !