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 Come, etc. I will sing you Eight, O! What is your Eight, O? Eight it is the morning break, when all the world's awake, O!

Come, etc. I will sing you Nine, O! What is your Nine, O? Nine it is the pale moonshine, the pale moonlight is nine, O!

Come, etc. I will sing you Ten, O! What is your Ten, O? Ten forbids all kind of sin, and ten again begin, O!

LI. GREEN BROOM

There was an old man lived out in the wood, His trade was a-cutting of Broom, green Broom; He had but one son without thrift, without good, Who lay in his bed till 'twas noon, bright noon.

The old man awoke one morning, and spoke, He swore he would fire the room, that room,