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 As flamed away to Belting Lane, And White Cross folks were smothered

And thus when once, my little dears, A whisper reaches itching ears, The same will come, you 'll find: Take my advice, restrain the tongue, Remember what old Nurse has sung Of busy Lady Wind!

I sixpence, pretty little sixpence, I love sixpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And took fourpence home to my wife.

Oh, my little fourpence, pretty little four pence, I love fourpence better than my life; I spent a penny of it, I spent another, And I took twopence home to my wife.

Oh, my little twopence, my pretty little twopence, I love twopence better than my life;