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 'Ay, I have brought thy golden ball, And come to set thee free. I am not come to see thee hung Upon this gallows tree.'

LXXIII. MRS. MARY

Mistress Mary, Quite contrary, How does your garden grow? With cockle shells And silver bells, And marigolds all in a row.

LXXIV. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD

Old Mother Hubbard Went to the cupboard, To get her poor dog a bone; When she came there The cupboard was bare, And so the poor dog had none.

She went to the baker's To buy him some bread, But when she came back The poor dog was dead.