There was a naughty boy,And a naughty boy was he,He ran away to Scotland.The people for to see.Then he found, That the ground Was as hard, That a yard Was as long, That a song Was as merry, That a cherry Was as red, That lead Was as weighty, That fourscore Was as eighty. That a door Was as wooden. As in England, So he stood in his shoes.
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