Chapter 64

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26.

Of all the birds that e’er I did see,The owl is the strangest in every degree,For all the long day she sits in a tree,And when the night comes, away flies she,To whit-to-whoo.To whom drinkest thou? Sir Noodles, to you.This song is well sung, I make you a vow,And he is a knave that aileth now.Nose, nose, and who gave thee that jolly red nose?Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,And they gave me my jolly red nose.

Of all the birds that e’er I did see,The owl is the strangest in every degree,For all the long day she sits in a tree,And when the night comes, away flies she,To whit-to-whoo.To whom drinkest thou? Sir Noodles, to you.This song is well sung, I make you a vow,And he is a knave that aileth now.Nose, nose, and who gave thee that jolly red nose?Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,And they gave me my jolly red nose.

Of all the birds that e’er I did see,

The owl is the strangest in every degree,

For all the long day she sits in a tree,

And when the night comes, away flies she,

To whit-to-whoo.

To whom drinkest thou? Sir Noodles, to you.

This song is well sung, I make you a vow,

And he is a knave that aileth now.

Nose, nose, and who gave thee that jolly red nose?

Cinnamon and ginger, nutmeg and cloves,

And they gave me my jolly red nose.

27. To ashes.

28. Short.

29. Shakespeare.

30. Time.

31. Wallace.

32. Because they are often toasted.

33. Because he is always for getting.

34. I, ser.

35. Because he has nothing to boot.


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