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"DIDDLE, DIDDLE, DUMPLING, MY SON JOHN" by ANONYMOUS

Last Line: "DIDDLE, DIDDLE, DUMPLING, MY SON JOHN"
DIDDLE, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.





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