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There was a man of Newington, And he was wond'rous wise, He jump'd into a quickset hedge, And scratch'd out both his eyes: But when he saw his eyes were out, With all his might and main, He jump'd into another hedge, And scratch'd 'em in again.

Up stairs, down stairs, upon my lady's window, There I saw a cup of sack and a race of ginger; Apples at the fire, and nuts to crack, A little boy in the cream-pot up to his neck.