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Nursery Rhyme. CCLVIII. Gaffers And Gammers.
By Unknown
There was an old woman,
And she sold puddings and pies;
She went to the mill,
And the dust flew in her eyes:
Hot pies and cold pies to sell!
Wherever she goes, -
You may follow her by the smell.
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