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45. PUSSY cat, pussy cat, with a white foot,
When is your wedding? for I'll come to 't. The beer 's to brew, the bread's to bake, So, pussy cat, pussy cat, don't be too late.
The stars were shining, and all things bright; Oh, ho! said the fox, it's a very fine night
For me to go through the town, e-oh!
The fox when he came to yonder stile,
From this unto yonder town, e-oh!
The fox when he came to the farmer's gate,
And long to be picking your bones, e-oh!
The gray goose she ran round the hay-stack;
From this into yonder town, e-oh!
The farmer's wife she jump'd out of bed,
For the fox has been through the town, e-oh!
The farmer he loaded his pistol with lead,
And no more you 'll trouble the town, e-oh!
And said, What a good boy am I!