. Gems from Mother Goose . WHEN I was a little boy, I lived by myself,And all the bread and cheese I got, I put upon a shelf;The rats and the mice did lead me such a life,I had to go to market, to get myself a wife. The streets were so broad,and the lanes were sonarrow, 1 could not get my wife homewithout a wheelbarrow;The wheelbarrowbroke, my wife got a fall, Down tumbled wheel-barrow, littlewife, and all. LOW, wind, blow ! and go, mill, go ! That the miller may grind his corn;That the baker may take it,And into rolls make it, And send us some hot in the

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