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Poem	Old Mother HubbardWent to the cupboard,  To give her poor dog a bone;But when she got thereThe cupboard was bare,  And so the poor dog had none.She went to the baker's  To buy him some bread;When she came back  The dog was dead.She went to the undertaker's  To buy him a coffin;When she got back  The dog was laughing.She took a clean dish  To get him some tripe;When she came back  He was smoking a pipe.She went to the alehouse  To get him some beer;When she came back  The dog sat in a chair.She went to the tavern  For white wine and red;When she came back  The dog stood on his head.She went to the hatter's  To buy him a hat;When she came back  He was feeding the cat.She went to the barber's  To buy him a wig;When she came back  He was dancing a jig.She went to the fruiterer's  To buy him some fruit;When she came back  He was playing the flute.She went to the tailor's  To buy him a coat;When she came back  He was riding a goat.She went to the cobbler's  To buy him some shoes;When she came back  He was reading the news.She went to the sempster's  To buy him some linen;When she came back  The dog was a-spinning.She went to the hosier's  To buy him some hose;When she came back  He was dressed in his clothes.The dame made a curtsy,  The dog made a bow;The dame said, "Your servant,"  The dog said, "Bow-wow."
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